Jace
The scent of frustration and something sharper—guilt, maybe—hangs in the back of my throat like smoke. My wolf paces beneath my skin, agitated, restless, demanding answers I can’t give him.
Stevie’s been avoiding me since we got back from Blue Rock territory, and it’s driving me insane. Not just me—my wolf is a hairsbreadth from taking over. She won't return my calls. Dodges me in training. Disappears the second I walk into a room. I’ve run the last few days over and over in my head, but I keep landing in the same place.
She knows.
And she’s furious.
I slam the heavy steel door to the warrior barracks open, ignoring the looks shot my way as I stalk down the hall. Half of these guys don’t even try to be subtle. They stare openly, whisper behind their hands like pups gossiping at a
