“And because I have reason to believe that whoever started this war is after Izzy,” I continue, my words tumbling over themselves. Shock continues to slam into me in wave after relentless wave. “They’re after your sister—your twin.”
Forty-Nine
ETHAN
Iwake to my phone beeping incessantly.
Rubbing sleep out of my eyes, I throw an arm out and awkwardly fumble with my phone—cursing when it lands on the ground with a thump.
“Motherfucker,” I groan.
I was having the most amazing dream. Izzy, me, no clothes…
A flush spreads through my body like wildfire. I suddenly feel hot all over, my skin tingling.
I never expected to fall as hard as I did so quickly. I always heard stories of shifters meeting their fated mates, their Hearts, but I never thought it would happen to me.
And my feelings for her are not simply because of the bond between us. Despite popular belief, it doesn’t influence feelings or emotions.
No, it’s because Izzy is so utterly perfect for me. It was impossible for me not to fall—and fall hard.
I grab my phone and hold it above my face, wincing at the bright, blinding light.
An unfamiliar number blinks on the screen.
Huh?
I click on the text thread, my confusion growing with every new message I read.
Unknown
Where’s Izzy?
Unknown
Is she with you?
Unknown
Dammit. Answer.
Ethan
Who is this?
Unknown
Grayson
Grayson? Why the hell is he texting me at—I glance at the time on my phone—two in the morning?
Grayson
I tried getting ahold of you earlier. Went to your house. Got your number from the school directory.
My eyebrows draw together.
Ethan
