ARES’ POV
I still couldn’t shake off the image burned into my head from this morning.
That damn hug.
I’d tried everything to distract myself..sparring with Birdy even though she was no match for me, drowning in paperwork, even meditating, for goddess’ sake. Nothing worked. Rex, my wolf, was brooding in the corner of my mind like a child denied candy. The pull I felt toward Little Leister was suffocating, and seeing another man's arms around him had sparked something feral in me.
So, like a lost i***t, I wandered toward the sea, hoping the salty breeze would numb my raging thoughts.
Humans said the ocean calmed the soul. Maybe it did, for them. But I wasn’t human. I was a werewolf Alpha. Powerful, lonely...and right now, pissed beyond belief.
I stood at the edge of the shoreline, eyes
