Darius' POV
I didn't know how long I'd been pacing this damn hallway. But time meant nothing anymore. All I could hear was the echo of my own footsteps.
Sam had come to me a few times, trying to talk sense into me. "You should sit down, man. She's going to be fine," he kept saying. But I couldn't, how was I supposed to sit down when the person I loved most was lying in there because I couldn't control my own wolf?
That's the thing about werewolves. We're protective, possessive, territorial when it comes to our mates.
I ran a hand through my hair, the hallway had grown darker now, the moonlight seeping through the window. I finally stopped pacing and just stood there for a moment, trying to breathe. Then I reached for the door handle and opened it slowly.
The room was quiet
