Roxxane's POV
For a moment, it seems like Canan is going to dig his fists into Jericho’s face, but he takes a deep breath and walks away.
Jericho didn't even dare to look him in the face. He walks in, looking messed up and sweaty. He scrambles around his corner, pacing from place to place as he tries to get himself in order.
Meanwhile, I relax in my bed, watching him move like a man without bearing. His scent just makes my stomach churn, and I can feel my wolf pulling to dig her claws into his neck. He finally takes a seat on the edge of his bed as perspiration trails down his forehead. His feet just keep tapping on the ground, looking deeply restless.
Suddenly, he grabs his towel and heads into the bathroom hurriedly. The sound of the shower follows.
Meanwhile, my mind drifts to
