Devon Pov
I’d been hiding again.
The lights were off in the study, save for the low amber flicker of the fireplace, burning wood I didn’t even remember asking to be lit. Papers lay scattered across my desk, documents I wasn’t reading, speeches I wasn’t writing, responsibilities I was consciously ignoring. The walls were tall and heavy, lined with books I never touched anymore, and the ceiling above me felt like it pressed lower every day.
My wolf paced beneath my skin, not in frustration but desperation.
It was getting harder to breathe.
Jimmie, the only person my wolf craves but can’t have. The very reason for my dilemma.
But nothing could have prepared me for what came next.
BANG.
The door to my study crashed off its hinges, the wood snapping with a brutal c***k that echoed thro
