RYAN POV
I stopped beside a student's desk and leaned down to look at her sketch, but my eyes kept drifting back to Crystal. She had taken her usual seat at the edge of the third row, the one she always chose because it let her watch me without being too obvious.
Now she sat, not even looking up, she focused on her sketchpad, her hair falling forward to hide her face. Her pencil moved, I could see the way her hand shook.
The way her chest heaved every few seconds. The way she kept wiping at her eyes with the back of her sleeve when she thought no one was looking.
She looked destroyed, ruined, unbalanced.
And it was my fault.
My wolf slammed against my ribs again, snarling so loudly I had to clench my jaw to keep it inside. Go to her, fix this, she's ours.
I wanted t
