Passionate anger

Jason’s POV

I was outside again, overlooking the plain fields, the lake, the workers, the unrelentingly training warriors.

Overlooking was becoming my pastime. Only I and I knew that I wasn’t looking at how far the plains grew or the color of the pathway, my eyes roamed and roamed for a dark haired woman.

She shouldn’t even be on my mind because I had other ‘pressing issues’, matters of the pack that needed serious attention but a man could only try to control his mind when it came to attraction.

The last time I saw her was a week ago, after I had talked to Jeremy Langdon in...