Davina's POV
I was in the gym, punching the hell out of this bag. Now that I had gotten my wolf, my hits had stronger impacts. In fact, I had almost destroyed the bag.
I had been here for hours, hitting it non-stop, hoping it could take some of my frustrations.
My life was a complicated web. The only person that seemed to truly care about me wanted to stay away now— thanks to my own failures and lack of effort towards our friendship.
Lucien on the other hand, I didn't even know if he cared about me. One moment, it would seem so, the next... I punched the bagger harder as if it was responsible for all my problems.
Until that scent I loved so much wafted to my nostrils, doing something to my brain's chemistry.
I decided not to tear my focus away from the bag as I punched harder. But wh
