Dylan's POV
I paced around my office, trying to keep my rage in check. It's one of such mornings that you wake up on the wrong side of the bed. The kind of morning when you wake up fine but everything and everyone makes you angry. Only that in my own case, I was angry for a valid reason.
I had been restless the whole of the night, I couldn't help but feel that something is wrong. I couldn't help but feel like something terrible is about to happen to my mate. Even my wolf feels it.
That sign of foreboding when your whole body points at a particular thing or when your instinct keeps telling you to take something serious, that's the kind of feeling I've been having since yesterday's afternoon.
Kane believed it's my subconscious mind playing some tricks on me. However, I know this is far
