Travis POV
I step into the closet and pull on my black slacks, and a navy blue button down shirt, rolling the sleeves up mid forearm, before donning black socks and dress shoes. Sarah enters the closet behind me and I wink at her before I go to the bathroom and run some gel into my hair, slicking it back. I decide to wait for her to get ready on our balcony.
I lean on the rail gazing off, Ember is whimpering in my mind, but I cannot talk to him right now, not after the way he hurt Sarah. I know she said she’s ok, but I’m not ok. Sarah is a strong human but she is not a werewolf and she cannot take the full force of one. I blame myself because I never should have let him take control. What if our pup had been injured? Ember whines more as I consider his potential threat to our pup. I pus
