Even with the wind in his face and the earth beneath his feet, the run wasn’t taking the edge off as much as Walker would’ve liked. Under his light summer coat, his skin prickled with heat, tight with expectation. As though he’d been sunburnt days ago and everything was still a little irritated.
He was irritated.
Just frustration, he told himself, rolling his large, lupine shoulders as he ran across the fields out east. For ripping the damned curtains off the wall like an out-of-control pup in the throes of their first change.
He would even have conceded he was a little embarrassed if it meant the feeling would go the hell away.
But that was as far as he’d let those thoughts go.
It couldn’t be anything else. He wouldn’t let it be.
As soon as he got back, he’d fill the hole in a
