When our car caught fire, my black serpent shifter, Adrian, heard me begging for help, and carried my barely injured sister to safety instead. Then he called and ordered me to take care of her. Bleeding and half-conscious, I walked into the Shifter Registry and filed to return him. That was where I met Logan, a black wolf scheduled to be sent to the fighting pit. Everyone called him dangerous. But when he looked at me, he asked only one question: "Does it hurt?"
