Chapter Thirty - Mason

When we got to the pack house there was an energy buzzing through the air. My wolf felt it several miles away, but once I stepped into the house, I felt it over my body like static electricity. All of the boys were on edge because of the lycan. The way he looked at her made vomit climb my throat. None of it made sense. Jessica was new to town. It wasn’t as if the lycan had time to know her before stalking her. It had to be something else drawing him to her. Or drawing her to her. It was weird to think of the lycan as a woman but if the clothes had any indication then it could be true. A woman lurking in the woods in search of blood...and Jessica. Mason had all the boys in the kitchen when we got there. His eyes shifted from golden to blue. He made eye contact with me as soon as I shut the door behind Jess. “Get her settled and come back down, please," he said. I nodded, guiding her up the stairs toward my room. Her fingers tightened around the strap of her duffle as she followed