Hazel sat on the bed facing the wolf painting, watching Dallan pace the floor. This wasn't how she planned to spend her evening—not at all. She was supposed to be in Dallan's arms, fucking or cuddling. Or maybe doing one after the other.

She didn't expect someone to suddenly go missing! Especially when Kai was that someone!

Hazel could almost see the heat in Dallan. He was trying to keep his cool, she could see that, but the calmness he was trying to portray didn't hide the storm beneath his blue orbs.

Rage...

Hazel could feel it inside him. It wasn't too much or too little. Just a steady flow...