...Wynter POV...
For some reason, I could feel my wolf on edge for the past couple of days. She was so anxious that I couldn't stay in one place. I felt like a dog that spins around in a circle trying to catch its tail. My mind was continually spinning. I felt the urge to go to random parts of town, and I had no idea why.
I decided to visit the underground fight club later in the evening in hopes of wearing off some steam. I didn't frequent the club that often, typically only when Caedance my wolf was on edge. I knew going to the club was dangerous; however, I became addicted to the adrenaline rush. It was the only thing that really helped prevent feeling the loss of Darius.
In the meantime, I walked aimlessly around town, not knowing where my wolf was taking me. It was as though she
