Prologue
Graham was close to her now. His mate. He could feel her. He could nearly smell her; a cross between sweet, freshly cleaned skin and a pulsation of sex.
The feeling was urgent. There was no denying it, it was all consuming.
“She’s nearby,” he said in a low, predatory growl. He nearly bared his fangs, nearly salivating with desire.
Arousal coursed through his body.
“Beta, faster,” he said.
Anthony was driving around a country road with a slowed speed limit. He was en route from the airport to the hotel for the event tomorrow.
Something called to Graham, telling him this road was where he needed to be. Not something, someone. His mate.
Obediently, Anthony drove faster around the sharp turn, ignoring the slower speed limit.
The car veered off the road, suddenly the roof was on the ground, then the wheels again.
Metal was creaking, protesting the impacts with dirt and grass. The windshield cracked, the glass warping, the shape of the car morphing like gelatin.
Neither man screamed, they simply watched in agonizing slow motion as their car crashed and darkness consumed everything.
Even unconscious, they could both smell gasoline dripping from the tank.
