Lone Wolf. Karen Whiddon

      She froze. He could have sworn a look of guilt crossed her face as her frown deepened. “Yes. But she wouldn’t have—”

      “You never know. In the middle of the chaos, she may have changed while Addie fought them, and taken off. In her wolf shape, she could outrun any human.”

      For the first time since they’d arrived, hope lit her perfect features. “I didn’t think of that. She could be free. By all means, change.”

      Might as well tell her all of it. He took a deep breath. “Plus, when I’m wolf, I’ll be able to identify the blood, whether it’s Addie’s or …”