#Chapter 155 - No Lone Ranger
Art POV
Every breath felt harder and harder to draw in. I couldn't get my head on straight. For some unknown reason, I was more involved with this case of this missing female than any other case I had ever investigated in my career as an Alpha Inspector.
I'd rescued children -babies even- and plenty of women before. What made this woman special? What made Rachel's baby so important to me?
I couldn't think of anything hurting her child or her without the Alpha instinct rising up in me. I could feel my wolf, Merlyn, bristling all over and I couldn't afford a moment's lapse with the vampire demon sharing my body with my wolf.
Merlyn had to keep the vampire in check. We would go on a rampage, drink dry anything with a pulse. I'd lost control once before and it'd been worse than any nightmare I had ever had.
Coming back to myself with my belly full of the blood of others, I remembered wanting to erase every memory I had to take away the taste.
