Keagan’s P.O.V
Twelve Minutes. It had been exactly twelve minutes since Jessica stood up to go to the bathroom. At first, I attributed the delay to her nerves, maybe a sudden reluctance on her part to fufill my request, which would be fine if that were the case, anyway.
But as the minutes ticked by, a slow burn of unease settled in my gut. My wolf was pacing in my psyche, threatening to force a shift but an unwarranted shift in a public space filled with other wolves would be perceived strange.
Especially if someone with a phone and a camera was here. I would headline as Alpha Keagan can’t tame his wolf with wild conspiracies that would affect my business front.
BUT f**k!
Something was wrong. That much my gut feeling told me. I wish I’d marked Jessica, I would be able to sense her e
