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Zayne
I stayed in the woods by Amelie’s house until right before sunrise. The mating signs haven’t even appeared, and I’m already obsessed with her. Deep below the surface, I can feel the burning sense of rage steadily creeping its way up, but I can’t let it get the best of me. I’ve seen what the rage does to wolves like me, especially with my mate so close but yet still so far away. It’s been way too f*****g long since I’ve had this need inside of me. Of course, it doesn’t help I’m addicted to the stone I always keep on me; obsessed with seeing Amelie’s face every chance I get. It only makes my longing for her worse.
“Sir, would you like a glass of water while you wait for your guest?” the waiter asks.
Gripping the stone in my hand, I slide it into my pocket and look up at the young
