Nixon’s POV
I stayed away from her.
For three days.
Three long, rotting, miserable days.
And my wolf was losing his damn mind.
I slammed the training dummy hard enough for its wooden spine to c***k down the middle. Splinters exploded across the dirt field while sweat dripped down my neck and soaked through my shirt.
Still not enough.
Still not quiet.
Mate.
The word echoed like a disease in my skull.
I punched again.
Again.
Again.
Until my knuckles split open.
Pain usually helped.
Today it didn’t do a damn thing.
“You’re going to break your arm at this rate.”
I ignored Rayven’s voice behind me.
My twin leaned against the fence surrounding the training grounds, arms crossed over his chest while his sharp alpha eyes tracked my every movement.
I hit the dummy again.
“You’v
