Kieran's POV
I kept sleeping and waking up, unable to get a good sleep with Max in the room. The pull towards him kept me restless, my wolf pacing beneath my skin. I needed to clear my head, so I'd left fr the gym while it was still dark outside, pushing myself through reps until my muscles burned and my thoughts quieted.
It didn't help much.
Even with the physical exhaustion weighing on me, I couldn't stop thinking about him. About how he'd reacted last night when I touched him, about how soft he felt, how small, how completely unlike any guy I'd ever met.
My wolf kept insisting he was was our mate and that he was a girl. I didn't know how possible that was. Also, how did my wolf know that? Max had no wolf. I'd have assumed he communicated with his wolf.
I'd spent hours at the g
