Jonah’s P.O.V.

I paced forth and back in my office space, guilt written all over me. Restless, I had been contemplating whether to go—but at this moment, the weight of uncertainty hung heavily in the air, casting shadows upon my restless mind.

My wolf rumbled in my chest once more—a yearning sign to embark on this journey, to find its mate, to reclaim its mate, and savor the euphoria of connection.

But yet, guilt held me captive, preventing me from doing so.

I grabbed a large chunk of my hair as frustration surged through my veins, conflicting with the desire and longing for companionship. The weight of guilt had me...