Ava's POV
Victor placed a damp cloth on my forehead. The temperature difference made my wolf flinch slightly, but I didn’t react outwardly.
“Next time, tell me,” he continued. “I’ll take you.”
I said nothing, my eyes still closed.
My lashes fluttered slightly, betraying me, and I knew he saw it. My wolf shifted faintly, aware of him, aware of the tension building in the room.
There it was again, that wall between us.
It had been there for two months now, solid and unyielding, built piece by piece until there was nothing left to bridge the gap.
“Ava,” he said, and this time there was an edge to his voice. “You’ve been like this for two months. When are you going to stop?”
My fingers curled slightly against the sheets.
Stop? Stop what?
His hand slipped into his pocket, his presence
