RYLAN'S POV
I stared blankly at my phone screen. My fingers hovered over the ‘phone’ icon, as my mind dwindled between pushing my fingers over it, or crashing the phone into the beige walls of my room.
My mind was flooded with thoughts of Amy. But this time, it wasn't just the thoughts I had to deal with. It was the urgent need that came with wrapping my hands around her waist.
My wolf was going wild with desires. Desires that just might not make it out of my thoughts. My wolf reared its head, ‘That’s because you're acting like a jerk, who only thinks about his pack, and his career,’
My heartbeat slowed to a crawl. As much as I hated to admit it, he was right. I couldn't defend Amara, the way I ought to. Maybe I was a helped jerk with no luxury of choices.
I let my duty to my pa
