Evander
By the time I locked myself inside my office that afternoon after seeing my friends off, my patience was already dangerously thin. The house had finally gone quiet after they left for their packs, but somehow the silence irritated me even more than their presence had.
I sat behind the large mahogany desk with several unfinished reports spread open before me, yet I had reread the same paragraph three times without absorbing a single word.
My mind refused to stay where it belonged. On work, on territory disputes, on border inspections. On literally anything except Mirellie.
Frustration burned sharply through me as I tossed the report back onto the desk harder than necessary.
This was exactly why I never wanted a mating bond and chose a mate instead. Exactly why I hated the Moon
