INDY
I stood outside Indy’s door like a man who had lost all dignity. If anyone in the pack saw me right now, the mighty Alpha leaning against a wooden door like a desperate teenager, I would never hear the end of it.
I knocked again.
“Indy,” I called patiently.
There was silence on the other side. I sighed and leaned my forehead lightly against the door.
“Indy.”
I waited another moment before knocking again, softer this time.
“You’re not asleep,” I said. “I can feel you.”
Immediately, her voice came from the other side.
“I could be.”
I closed my eyes briefly.
At least she was talking to me.
“I want to see you.”
“I don’t.”
I rubbed my face with my good hand.
She had been sulking for hours now—all because she caught me using my supposedly injured arm. To be fair, she had
