DECLAN
The door slams in my face.
The sound echoes down the hallway, sharp and final. I stand there for a moment, staring at the wood grain, trying to process what just happened.
Dr. W made herself perfectly clear. She's done talking to me.
I knock. "Dr. W, I apologize. I didn't mean—"
Silence.
I knock again. "Please. Let me explain properly."
Nothing.
I try once more, my knuckles rapping against the door. "I was trying to keep you out of pack drama. That's all. I wasn't trying to—"
My wolf's ears catch something through the door. A faint sound. Her voice, quiet and muffled, speaking to someone.
A phone call.
I step back from the door, running a hand through my hair. She's not going to answer. Not now. Maybe not ever.
My chest tightens with frustration—at myself, at Celeste, at
