- LIAM
For the next three days, my life revolved around the glass window of my office.
I didn't do a damn thing related to regional pack logistics. Instead, I stood there with a cold cup of coffee, watching cubicle four like a hawk.
Alex was still showing up for his truncated four-hour shifts, but he looked like a strong breeze could knock him into the next calendar year. He was paler than usual, his movements steady but unusually slow, and he kept adjusting that oversized brown beanie over his ears.
My wolf was practically scratching a hole in my chest, whining at the sheer distance between us. The kid was a fragile mess, and every time he stood up too fast, my hand instinctively moved toward my office door handle.
But I forced myself to stay put. I couldn't forget the red flashing
