FOUR
Davy pokedme in the hip with his nose, and my gaze jerked up to the wolf. He was looking at me inquisitively, as if asking what I was doing.
“I’m playing a game,” I told him, pulling up the sudoku puzzle game I’d seen on Dax’s phone earlier.
Turning it toward him, I showed it to the wolf. “I suck at this.”
It was a lie; I was damned good at sudoku. Pretty much any game, puzzle, book, or other activity that a person could do on their own, I had mastered. My childhood had mostly consisted of me being on my own, entertaining myself.
My mom and grandparents had all passed away in an airplane crash when I was two, leaving my dad to run a multi-billion-dollar company on top of dealing with all of the other assets he and my grandfather owned, and to raise me alone.
He'd always been home with me, never had a nanny raise me or sent me to daycare, because he knew that wasn’t what my mom wanted. And we did spend a lot of time together. But outside of the things we did together, I’d been alone.
Constantly.
Which reminded me… if we were in jail too long, my dad would find out, and all hell would break loose in Moon Ridge. The last thing this little werewolf town needed was a pissed kajillionaire sweeping in on a private jet to sue a bunch of werewolf asses.
But I wasn’t sure I was ready to be bitten yet, either. Mostly because after Davy bit me, Dax would take his place.
And then I’d have to deal with the fact that my search for a soulmate had gotten me saddled with a man who didn’t want me.
The next dayand a half crept by at a snail’s pace. I read a book on the uncomfortable bench, trying to convince Davy to chill out every time one of the cops came back to bring me food and water. The wolf ignored my wishes, snapping and snarling at every man who came close to me, and driving me absolutely insane.
It was midnight the next night when I needed to pee badly (but was avoiding the small toilet in the corner like the plague), that my anger got the best of me.
“Just bite me already,” I hissed at the wolf, my bladder aching so damned much that I could barely think straight.
Davy licked my arm.
And then he bit me.
No ceremony, no pause, no warning. He licked me, and chomped down on my wrist like it was nothing.
There was no immediate pain. Numbness spread through my body, and I slumped backward, against the wall.
I had to be shifting, right?
That was what the numbness was for, after all.
Snapping sounds filled the cell, the noises of bones breaking and bodies changing. I couldn’t even lift my damned head to see what was happening to me—how I was transforming.
A moment later, a disheveled, bare-chested Dax was leaning over me. There was something in his eyes… panic?
“Sabrina, can you hear me?” Dax asked, his normally-calm voice gravelly and edged with fear.
Of course I could hear him.
I opened my mouth to say so, but didn’t feel my mouth open. No words came out, either.
His fingers pressed into the side of my throat. I felt that, sort of. But the bone-snapping, body morphing? That, I couldn’t feel.
It took me a moment to realize that I couldn’t hear it either. But I’d heard Dax shifting a moment ago, so what did that mean?
“What’s going on?” another masculine voice growled.
Dax didn’t get possessive, his face desperate as he looked away from me, up at the cop. “She’s not shifting.”
I what?