Allan mumbled to himself and growled on his bed. He almost lost control in front of Xian, and not in a crazy way. He was acting strangely, and there was a recognizable scent trailing behind him. His wolf warned him not to let Althea go, but he kept refusing.

He made a small agreement with her that if he had to save her, she had to give him something she didn't want to give up.

He then taps her fingers against the blanching walls while switching on the television. The news was on, and the sheriff was smiling deviously on the screen.

He just hopes he has a myocardial infarction...