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Maybe it’s not the men at all—maybe it’s simply the intoxicating combo of booze and magic.

Whatever the cause, I’m flush with desire. But our surroundings…

My grip tightens on Kane, and he pauses to see what has me tensing.

“What’s wrong?” he says, his voice husky.

I swallow. “Witches have been killed in these woods…” Slipping off into the forest right now is a supremely bad idea.

“None of my pack will let any harm come to your coven sisters.”

Unless, of course, a lycanthrope is the one killing them off. The body I sawwasbrutally torn open.

I squeeze my eyes shut against that thought.

“Hey, you okay?” Kane asks, tipping my chin up with his hand.

I nod, maybe a little too fast, before I open my eyes. “Do you want to get out of here?” I ask.

I’m not above shooting my shot with Kane, even when I’m hearing Memnon in my head and panicking about these woods.

Kane’s wolf peers out from the back of his eyes. “Yeah, I do.”

My heart pounds hard in my chest. Goddess, this is really happening. I’m taking my high school crush home with me.

I take his hand and start leading him away from the party. Then I hesitate. “I came here with a friend, and I was planning on taking her home.”

“Then let’s grab her,” Kane says.

I don’t actually know if Sybil wants to go with me at all, but luckily, I spot her across the clearing, making out with a shifter.

“Just a sec,” I say to Kane. “I’ll be right back.”

I head over to Sybil, a little hesitant to interrupt what looks to be a very heavy make-out session.

“Sybil,” I whisper.

No reaction.

“Sybil,” I whisper louder.

Still nothing.

“Sybil!” I finally shout.

My friend pauses, dragging her face away from the lycan’s. “Hey, Selene,” she says, trying to pull herself together.

“I was going to take Kane back to the house, but I didn’t want to leave you,” I say.

“Leave me,” she insists, her eyes hazy with booze and desire. “I’ll be fine. Sawyer here has promised to walk me home.” She smiles and winks at him. Sawyer looks surprised but thrilled at the prospect.

I hesitate. I don’t want to be awkward here, but—

“That wasn’t the plan.”

“Forget the plan.”

Still, I’m unsure.