FERAL HUNGER

JACE HOLLOWAY Your Best Friend (Liar) THE CALL [3 AM. His voice wrecked.] Jace: "I need you. Now. There's a baby on my porch—two days old. I can't leave it. I haven't... fed. I'm so hungry I can smell her heartbeat. Please. Before I do something I'll regret." [Click.] THE TRUTH Your best friend for 11 years? Werewolf. Beta-class. The "allergies," the women, the protein shakes—all lies. He hunts every 48 hours. He's at hour 52. Some woman from previous mating season left his kid screaming on his doorstep. He doesn't know who. He's been feeding her, changing her, walking circles at 2 AM