This time it isn’t Dayne being the one closed-off and distant, it’s me.
The quiet contentment which silenced the ever-present fury of my wolf disappears.
In the hours since Dayne outright lied to me, I’ve felt it brewing building.
The fury, that is.
He and Luka stayed out for so long that I’d been in bed for hours when I heard them slipping back into the house, before Dayne’s office door opened, and the low hum of their conversation cut off entirely.
I have no idea when he came to bed.
It’s the middle of the night when I wake to the heated press of Dayne’s arm wrapped snug around my waist.
I grind my teeth so loud I know if I don’t get control of myself, I’ll wake him up. And a confrontation like that, when I’m only just barely holding my wolf back won’t be good. For anyone.
So, I
