ATLAS' POV.
I sat there in silence for a while after she left, staring at the door she’d walked out of. I leaned back in my chair, rubbing a hand over my face. My head was a mess.
Why did everything about that woman seem so intent on driving me crazy?
Every time I looked at her, I felt this strange pull, like my wolf recognized something I didn’t. I couldn’t explain it—and that bothered me more than anything else.
And then there was Chase.
When I saw the way he and Willow had locked eyes earlier, something in me had shifted—something raw and wild that I didn’t even know existed. My wolf had growled in my head before I even realized it, and the possessiveness that hit me came out of nowhere. It made no sense.
Possessive. My wolf was being possessive over a woman I barely knew.
I hate
