Christian's POV
The morning run usually cleared my head. Ten miles through the city, my wolf reveling in our shared strength. But today, every step took me farther from what I really wanted.
"Sophie."
Even thinking her name made my wolf restless. We'd left her sleeping, looking like a dream in my sheets. Just a quick run, then back to wake her properly.
My wolf had other ideas. "Mark her. Claim her. Make her ours."
"Patience," I muttered, stepping into the elevator with two cups of ridiculously expensive coffee. The things humans would pay for beans was almost as ridiculous as what they'd pay for a car.
The penthouse was quiet. Too quiet.
My wolf knew before I did. The bed was empty, sheets cold.
The coffee cups hit the floor. I didn't care about the mess.
"Sop
