Anthony’s POV:
It’s Saturday morning. I slept like s**t last night, and I have dark circles under my eyes. I went for a late breakfast this morning, and thankfully the dining hall was all but deserted. I have not seen Solomon since last night — and my current mood is sombre and heavy.
My sister came home about an hour after me last night. I take it that means HE didn’t hang out much longer either. If only she knew. Perhaps she would have tried to help get the two of us some privacy. It aches when I think of him. We have not touched, not even a simple handshake. His chocolate brown eyes and blond hair haunted my dreams.
How long will he be staying here in our pack? Will I have a chance to talk to him in private? I know he felt the pull between us. I could sense his body’s reaction in the
