Nathan POV
I looked up from my seat in the exam room when Claire walked in, hit by a wave of a strange mix of emotions.
Wariness. Sadness. Longing.
My wolf, once it scented our mate, didn’t make things any easier. All it wanted was to go to her, be with her.
Claim her all over again.
I took a deep breath, struggling for control.
“Nathan,” she said. “I heard you have an injury?”
Her voice was so cool, so polite. Like we were just casual acquaintances.
It stung. But if that was what she wanted, that was what I would give her.
“Yes, a small cut. It happened when I was sparring earlier.”
“Alright,” she said, sitting down on the stool at the desk and rolling closer. “Let me take a look.”
I studied her while she rolled my sleeve up and examined the wou
