JAKE’S POV
Clara f*****g Hansen was trying to make me run mad. There was no convincing me otherwise. She had to be purposely trying to drive me crazy, push my limits, trying to see what I would f*****g do. I had specifically told her not to be late and as if I was nothing more than a toothless dog, she had ignored me; blatantly disobeyed me.
It was already seven and as I got into Vevee Vixen, slamming the door harder than I ever dreamed of, I sped to the pack house. She had to clean the pack house right? Well I’ll like to know when it became her duty to clean a house she didn’t stay in.
‘Kieran Witcher lives there. Don’t you see, you dumbass! You’ve driven her right into someone else’s arms!’ My wolf growled at me but that was not what was at the forefront of my mind. I didn’t want Kier
