Agitation crawled up Shia’s neck as she paced back and forth in her little living room. She had long thrown off her heels, not caring about the cold tiles under her feet.
“How could he?” she muttered into the darkness.
Shia wasn’t sure how long she had been pacing. She was certain that it had been at least a few hours since she had last sat down after coming back from the pack house. She should have been there right now, taking part in the pack run like she had planned. Instead, she was in her cold, dark living room fuming.
A run would have done her a lot of good, she thought with gritted teeth. Her wolf not only craved it since Shia hadn’t changed forms and just run free in weeks, but being away also frustrated her human side because she knew what she was missing.
Today wasn’t just
