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Good. She’s all ours.

She might not choose us,I remind my wolf.

Oh, please. You can smell her arousal. She wants us.

“So, what about Dillon and Jensen? If he’s already bitten her, what happens now?”

“They’re linked now. He claimed her when he bit her. They’ll both experience the mating heat on the full moon, but?—”

“The what?” she asks, cutting across me as we stop outside the police station.

“The mating heat. It happens every month on the night of the full moon.”

“Okay… and what the hell is the mating heat?”

“It’s an intense feeling. A pressure to mate.”

“Mate…”

“To have sex.”

“So, you only have sex on the night of the full moon?”

“No.” I laugh. “But the urge to have sex is the strongest then to ensure we continue our bloodlines.”

“Oh.”

I pause before my next words. “The full moon is tomorrow.”

“Oh,” she repeats, looking up at the moon, lost in thought.

I push her hair behind her ear. “I’ll grab your suitcases and stuff from the car. It’s probably better if you don’t see the wreckage.”

“Yeah. I’ll wait here.”

I hurry into the station and grab the keys from Tucker’s desk. The car was towed to the lot in the back—or what was left of it.

The trunk is bent and partially open. I wedge it the rest of the way open and grab the bags. I frown. There aren’t many. This is all they packed to start a new life thousands of miles away. I expected more.

I grab the few things from the backseat and throw the backpack straps over my shoulder. Collecting the suitcases and duffle bags, I wheel everything out front.

“Here,” Mabel says, rushing forward to help.

“Are you hungry?” I ask as we head to my place.

“Yeah, I could eat.”

“We can grab something from the diner in town, or I can make something.”

“Whatever’s easier for you is fine,” she says.

We cross the street, and I take the bags as we reach the front door. Mabel grabs the keys from me and unlocks it.

“Let’s see what we have here,” I say, dropping the bags inside the door and heading to the kitchen. I open the fridge and poke around. “There’s not much, but I could make sandwiches or eggs.”

“A sandwich is good.”

“BLT?”