I threw the phone onto the dark wood desk, producing a crash that barely managed to stifle the growl struggling to escape my throat.
I brought my fingers to the bridge of my nose, pressing hard and trying to contain the migraine forming behind my eyes.
Why the hell was Liam taking so long? More than thirty minutes had passed since he confirmed he was at the mall, and the drive to campus didn't take more than fifteen, even with the heavy afternoon traffic.
My wolf, Fenris, paced back and forth in my mind, clawing at my consciousness with a wild impatience.
The cause of my nervousness had a name, and that name was Maren. I had sent Liam for an invaluable piece: a platinum Patek Philippe watch, with a black sapphire dial that seemed to absorb the light.
It was a jewel of engineering and
