LUTHER
I see him before he sees me.
Blaze.
He’s outside, leaning against the wall beside the entrance, arms crossed, body tense, eyes locked on the door like he’s been standing there for a while.
Like he’s been waiting.
I don’t slow down.
I don’t slow down because I am so f*****g tired tonight, and the last thing I need is another damn problem.
My head aches, my shoulders are tight, and my wolf is pacing beneath my skin, restless, pulling, unsettled. I’ve been ignoring it for hours.
Ignoring everything.
Because that’s what I do.
Shut it out. Shut it all out.
But Blaze doesn’t look like he’s going to let me do that.
I reach for the door handle—
And Blaze moves.
He shifts off the wall in one smooth motion, planting a hand against the doorframe, blocking my way.
I stop.
Li
