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CHAPTER ONE

Graham McNeil sla wolf just as his cell phone rang

He got the wolf into a headlock and tried to reach for the phone, but the wolf fought and clawed, drawing blood, its breath like sour acid Graham’s Collar sparked heavy pain into his throat, while the Collar on the wolf he fought was dormant

Was this where things were going with the stupid-ass idea that all Shifters should have their pain-shocking Collars replaced with inert ones? Shifters at the bottom of the food chain would use their fake Collars as an excuse to try to claw their way up, like this Lupine was The shithead was from the family of one of Graham’s trackers and was supposed to be loyal to Graham, but today the wolf had decided to wait in Graham’s house until Graham walked in alone, and jump him

Idiot Grahae, even if he still wore his true Collar, which blasted pain into hi as truly alpha

Grahaainst his belt Because Shifters were only allowed to carry “dutone to tell hi

Grahaainst the wall The wolf howled, but did it stay down? Not for long

As the wolf prepared another attack, Graham yanked the phone off his belt and flipped it open “What?”

“Grahairlfriend, a human called Misty

Everything slowed Grahaht brown hair she wore in a ponytail, her soft face, and her sweet brown eyes Every thought of her was like a breath of air, snaking into histo soothe hi her, instead of trying to beat an insubordinate wolf into submission

“I’ht noeetheart,” Graham said loudly as the wolf landed on him A wooden chair smashed under them as they both slammed to the floor—damn, he liked that chair “You break my TV, you’re dead,” Graham snarled

“What?”

“Not you, sweetie I’ll have to call you back”

“You can’t Graham, listen, I need you They’reOh, crap”

“What?” Graha?”

“I have to go I don’t knohen I can call you again”

Graha In a few seconds, he wouldn’t be able to hold the phone, let alone talk “Wait!” he yelled at her

“I can’t I’ve got to go Graham, I lo—”