Elijah
“Elijah…”
The way she whispers my name feels like a knife to the chest. How does she do this to me? How does she make my name sound so... perfect?
I stare at her, every inch of me fighting to stay in control, but my wolf is clawing at me, begging to take her, to stop this madness. How the hell did I let her go in the first place? My wolf was right. I should’ve thrown her over my shoulder, locked her in my room, anything to keep her from leaving me.
She moves to shut the door, her eyes hardening as if that will help her block me out. Like hell I’m letting her do that. I shove my foot against the door, stopping it before it can slam.
“Why are you here, Elijah?” She snaps, her voice trembling despite the steel in her tone. “What do you want from me?”
“Stop acting like you don’t k
