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I loved being a wolf and l wasn't sure if losing that meant losing Rebecca as my mate, but I knew having her alive and well was much more important.
    I remembered not long after that , some of the pack came and released me saying Logan was dead. I immediately asked for Rebecca, but everyone was being vague until I lost it and grabbed the nearest wolf and held him by his throat until someone told me. When they said she had left the night before and no one knew where she went, I dropped the wolf and crumpled to the floor with him. Those few days after were a blur of rest and learning to feed. Soon after that I was made Master because they all trusted me.
    Wait, I thought, sitting up straight in my seat. She left around the same time as Logan's death; in fact, the night before. That was it. That was how I was going to get her back.
    "Stephen, " I said.
    Stephen was sitting across from me silently reading a newspaper. He knew when I was in my head and would leave me to myself. He was such a good friend and I was in need of ad vice. He looked up questioning.
    "Rebecca left around the same time as Logan's murder right?"
    Stephen folded his paper and set it down next to him on the seat. "Yes that's right. She left the night before is what I recall some of the guards saying. Why?"
    "Do you think she could be suspected of being a part of killing Logan?" I asked him.
    He looked shocked and I couldn’t blame him. Rebecca could never do such a thing. She was too shy and innocent to come up with a plan of murder, but I could use the time line to my advantage.
    "Drake, you know she wasn't involved and she left the night before."
    I waved my hand to dismiss his comment. "Of course I know that."
    Stephen looked visibly relieved , which was odd. What did he care what I thought about Logan's death? I really didn't care who killed him at all.
    "It could be a way to get to her though. I could tell Christensen and her Pack Master that she is wanted f or questioning."
    It was brilliant, I thought. She would have to come back with me and then I could get all the answers I needed.
    I smiled at the thought of having her next to me, talking with me. To see her and touch her again would be unbelievable. My mind automatically took me to the times she would run her fingers down my neck as we kissed. Her lips were so soft, and that sexy voice of hers would tell me she wanted me again.
    "Um, Drake, don't you think that's a little overboard?" Stephen said bringing m e out of my sinful thoughts.
    I shifted in my seat trying to hide the erection such thoughts produced. It was no use; nothing was going to hide this monster. Only Rebecca could do this to me, make me so hard it was painful. Stephen probably already saw it anyway.
    "What do you mean?"
    "Well, if you want to talk to her so badly, why not just call her or go see her? Why make up such an excuse?"
    Stephen had a point to a certain extent. I could do those things, but I doubted it would work. She might not want to see me. She left me after all.
    "Do you honestly think they're going to let me waltz right in there and have myself a visit with one of their wolves? They think I'm here to take over and by the way whoever told them that is getting their ass kicked."
    Stephen shrugged. "We thought it was good PR. They needed to know you were serious. We never said you were taking over, just that it was in there best interest to talk with you."
    "Right, PR, whatever. So, what do you think? Will it work?"
    He shrugged again. "I don't know, maybe. I guess we'll have to see."
    W e pulled up to Mater Christensen's mansion. It was a large white plantation home that they had most likely added a large basement to for the Master. So many lights were on it almost looked daylight outside and a ton of guards surrounded the house, some even in wolf form. They must have been nervous. I glared at Stephen. Stupid PR, I thought.
    I was led into the mansion, only Stephen and two other guards accompanied me, which was what we