Roxxane’s pov.
By the time I finish pacing the room for what feels like the hundredth time, the moon has already shifted past my window frame. The air inside my dorm is heavy with the faint smell of damp sheets clinging to everything.
I strip out of my training clothes and toss them aside. The shower hisses to life, steam filling the small bathroom as I step in. The first touch of warm water graces my skin and it draws a soft sigh from me. For a few precious minutes, I let it wash away everything, the dirt from training, the ache in my muscles, and most of all, the confusion knotted deep inside my chest.
Canan.
Always Canan.
Why does every path I take seem to circle back to him?
I tilt my head back, letting the water slide down my face. His wolf’s snarl echoes in my memory, tha
