* William's POV *
Fuck!
Even before she walked out of the door, I could feel that familiar yearning return. I could feel that pull, directed solely at her, and it ripped my heart in two. I wanted to call out to her. I wanted to wrap my arms around her and hold her tight, so I would never let go. I wanted to bury my nose in her hair, and have my lips on her lips. I wanted her pressed up against me, so I could feel her warmth and every little part of her.
I just wanted to be with her.
But I couldn't. And it was this knowledge that made me want to claw my own eyes out.
My wolf was begging for her. Every part of my soul was begging to be with her. How could I still want her even though I had rejected her already? How could my heart cry out for her when I had made it clear that we could
