Chapter 12

Wolfariane Daminor Throne picked the man up and threw him away. He landed flat on his back on the cold pavement and passed out cold.

In a dark empty alley, he stood alone once again, barely holding himself from roaring to the sky. His ring is not with this man, Ethan.

He'd hunted those two men—Aiden and Ethan—that attacked the woman in the restroom but the nightclub, but they are not in possession of his ring.

It had taken a lot of convincing for them to get him to believe that they aren't with his ring. He'd believed them too because the wolf couldn't smell it on them.

That leaves one last person. The female. His mate. She is the one that stole his ring.

Damned female! The basic rules which keep the changelings in check in the non-changeling world stopped him from shifting forms and letting the wolf hunt her down. Rules he helped create.

So, instead, he closed his eyes and allowed the memories of three nights ago to wash over him. He recalled her scent—her main unique scent tha