Xander’s POV
I knocked twice, but no sound came from the other side of Lydia’s door, so I knocked again, harder this time.
“I’m coming!” her muffled voice called from somewhere inside.
I stepped back and shoved my hands into the pockets of my coat while I waited, already frustrated by how much effort it had taken to talk myself out of coming here at all.
It had been three f*****g days since I had seen her outside of work, and apparently that was enough time for my wolf to make my life unbearable.
Every time her scent drifted past me in the hospital, the bastard practically tore at the inside of my skin. Every time I heard her voice from somewhere down the corridor, I forgot what I’d been doing entirely.
Yesterday, I had caught myself staring through the glass doors of the nurses’ sta
