The call had been a convenience store holdup, and the damn fool had taken a shot at him. That had really pissed him off.He had been on the brink of making love for the first time with his mate—holy shit!—his mate!Anyway, that slimy little loser had a lot to answer for. He'd damn near killed the man. Now he had to write it up.When he was finished, War stared speculatively across the street. He could see quite a bit through Lorelei's corner window, but he couldn't tell what she was doing.He was pretty sure she was up. She had opened the glass panel at the top of her corner window that allowed airflow. He could hear little noises now and then.War couldn't fight it any more. He needed her. He needed to be inside of her right now, sooner if it could be arranged. He wouldn't let his werewolf out but he needed—NEEDED—to mate with his woman.He let himself in at the bottom of her stairs and locked the door after himself. He would have to see about that lock soon. He let himself in the studio door and locked that, too.As he moved into Lorelei's apartment, he scraped one shoe off and then the other, barely slowing down.
