THORNE’S POV
My office desk was buried under piles of senseless documents and evaluations. I gripped my fountain pen so hard that the ink bled onto the paper in a dark, messy stain, echoing the chaotic battlefield my head had become.
After all, my wolf wasn't just restless; he was shredding my sanity from the inside, howling like a demon for our mate.
"Keep denying it, Thorne," the voice of Fenris, my wolf, thundered against my temples with the force of a sledgehammer. "Keep talking about codes of conduct while our female suffers. Is that what an Alpha does? Let his Luna go out with idiots who want to drug her?"
"There are rules, Fenris," I muttered, gripping my pen until the wood groaned between my fingers. "I'm not going to mark an eighteen-year-old girl just because my instinct dem
