WARREN SIGNED OFF. He swiveled the chair around to face Noelle. She stood in front of him in ratty sweats and an oversized T-shirt that did nothing to hide the curves engraved on his brain. Her anger was obvious without wolf senses. Hands on hips, bare foot tapping on the rug, she was a goddess of fury.
He ran a hand over his hair. Noelle was making this harder than it needed to be. She was a practical woman, but it was becoming more of a bug instead of a feature.
Wolf grumbled, restless. He wanted to run. Warren didn't blame him. Day before the first day of the full moon meant going up to the compound. Oftentimes, he'd change early and run through the woods making sure there was plenty of prey for his brothers and sisters. Or he stayed in human form to secure the perimeters of their te
