Itzal forced himself to stand still as he watched Amelia walk away. He felt his wolf raging under his skin, wanting to go after her. Itzal wanted to follow her too, wanted to find out why she was crying. And it made no sense.
He didn't even know her, so why did he care about how distressed she seemed?
He turned his back to the hallway. He wasn't going after Amelia. That would be irrational, and Itzal never made decisions like that.
"You better keep quiet," he warned brusquely as he saw Mia rise from the couch, ready to say something. He didn't care if she saw how he stopped Amelia, didn't care if she disapproved of him talking to her, or if she was curious about what they had talked about. He was too busy controlling his wolf's instinct. The instinct that made him want to storm into
