MACE

I stormed out of my room without another look at her.

Leaving her there—still in her wolf, curled into the corner like she was trying to hide her very skin—twisted something painful in my chest. But I forced myself away. If I stayed, I’d rip down every wall between us, and she wasn’t ready for that.

My steps thundered down the staircase. Every inhale burned. Every exhale felt like smoke.

I headed straight for Michael’s guestroom.

Didn’t knock.

Didn’t slow.

Just burst in, door cracking loud against the wall.

Michael was standing at the window, hands in his pants pockets like he owned the place. He turned slowly, one...