Xavier's POV
The sound of tires crunching on the gravel snapped my attention toward the window. I’d been pacing for what felt like hours, waiting—though I hated admitting even to myself that I was.
When she stepped out of the sleek, black car, my chest tightened.
She was smiling.
That carefree, radiant smile that I hadn’t seen in so long. But it wasn’t directed at me. The wolf sitting in the driver’s seat leaned out, saying something that made her laugh softly. She waved him off, her entire demeanor light and carefree as she walked toward the house.
I couldn’t stand it.
The door clicked shut as she entered, her steps purposeful and quick. She barely glanced at me as she headed toward the stairs.
“Where the hell are you coming from?” I demanded, stepping in front of her path.
She di
