The Handprint That Shattered My Bond

uminescent handprint seared the passenger window-

Rolls-Royce three nights past-a bond gift

Phantom?" My voice rumble

ed through the l

overseas. Picked hi

ike rotten deer meat u

cou

And the Phantom's leather sea

..

hand up t

d was smaller than

an the last. Lucian's a car nut, always switching between them when he's g

and that SUV's got enough room to haul all our

ws, annoyed. Now I'd have to get it c

e glowing print, I could

all jocks. Do wolves even have hands that sm

e like a brick: wa

knee-deep in lesson plans and grading papers for his senior class. It's crunch time before college apps, and he's at school ever

the dash cam and rewo

olf. I let out a breath I didn't realize I'd b

ut it off, their voices cr

heel. "Mark, you're a lawyer n

piqued, I ke

him. "Dude, just spit it out. We go wa

ds is going through a bond-breaking. If the wolf splits, can

wry? Who even

the wheel nervously. "Natalie asked me about th

ogether, and he stared at Lucian, unblinking. "Come on, wo

ifted unco

read between the lines. You two were solid back in college

firm. "I'm your friend, wolf. I

ace tight with concern. "Just tell m