Devon's POV
Every time I got close to Hannah, I had to suppress my inner longing for her, and it was torturing me. My wolf, Lyon, even made annoying noises, and usually he only interacted with me when it was time to fight. At other times, it seemed to disappear. It was lonely and cold, and the only thing that excited it was the smell of blood.
Hannah and I were seated at the table, and as we gazed at each other, the fierce desire for possession stirred me again. But I resisted, and I sent her out of the house, where she was to spend the evening with her friends.
"Silly!" Lyon laughed at me. "Why did you let her go like that?"
"Shut up!" I scolded it indignantly.
"Go kill someone." Lyon says, "Otherwise I won't have any peace tonight. We haven't hunted in a long time."
"I promised Han
