Azlynn’s P.O.V.

The ferocious roar sprinted my heart out at a fucking thousand beats per seconds, chilling me to the bone. The embarrassment of being caught red-handed knotted my stomach as I turned ever so slowly.

Scowling fiercely, Xavion was leaning against the door frame, throwing daggers at me with his eyes. I was at a loss for words when he growled.

“It’s been less than twenty-four hours since I left the pack. And here you are, poking your nose in others’ matters.

Why can’t you just stay still and stop causing problems for a while?”

Xavion went on a rant about how I was an impatient soul, but my...