Raven's POV

I tried not to look at the clock again, but my eyes kept drifting back.

First hour, fine. Maybe my father had more to say. Maybe they were still talking. Men like them never used two words when twenty could drag it out longer.

By the second hour, I was already pacing around the room. The party downstairs had already disbanded, and through the window, I'd watched the nobles from other packs leave my father's mansion. The fire had gone out in the hearth and I didn’t light it again. I didn’t need warmth. I needed Jaxon.

Third hour, I was sitting on the edge of the bed,...