I sit on the cold floor of my destroyed office, shards of glass crunching beneath my boots as I lean my head back against the wall. The air reeks of frustration—mine and my wolf’s. My hands hang limp at my sides, fingers curling into fists when I feel her.
The bond tugs faintly, a whisper of her presence lingering like a ghost around me. She’s back... she's here.
I don’t need anyone to tell me. I knew the second she stepped into the hotel. It’s like my wolf snapped out of his frenzy and froze, his ears perking up like he could hear her heartbeat from miles away.
The door creaks open, and Calab steps inside. His eyes briefly scan the wreckage before they land on me. He doesn’t speak immediately, just whistles low under his breath as his boots crush glass on the way in.
“Well,” he says,
