Third Person's POV
Vroom—!
The engine roared as Elena peeled away, leaving Pheisar standing in a thick cloud of exhaust.
He stood there, eyes glued to her disappearing taillights. Sharp claws began to sprout from his fingertips, and his pupils narrowed into lethal slits. A low, frustrated growl vibrated deep in his throat.
He'd come here because his wolf, Chase, was restless—starving for her scent.
He actually wanted to patch things up, but her total dismissal and her rush to see another guy pushed him to the brink of shifting.
Pheisar replayed their recent run-ins over and over. He convinced himself that Elena couldn't possibly want to leave him for real.
This cold shoulder was just a game—a classic she-wolf move to play hard to get after being neglected.
If he just got a little t
