Jake's POV
The bottle of whiskey sat untouched on my desk.
Unusual.
Normally, after a long day of dealing with territorial disputes, rogue sightings, and the general incompetence of some wolves, I’d pour myself a drink, lean back, and let the burn smooth out the sharp edges of my temper.
But tonight?
Tonight, my mind was already too full of fire.
And all of it,every damn ember of frustration, of tension, of something I didn’t want to name,was because of her.
Brielle.
I should have stopped thinking about her.
Should have buried myself in something: work, training, hell, even a pointless night at the bar.
But the second I closed my eyes, she was there.
The way she breathed too fast whenever I got too close. The way she fought me with everything she had, even when we both knew she
