Jack was going insane.
It was three weeks in, and he wanted Michael, desperately. Yes, he wanted to claim him, but more than that—okay, maybe not more— he just wanted to touch him, talk with him like they had before, openly and like lovers. This separation period was killing him.
And it truly wasn’t fair that The Behemoth got to be with Michael all the time.
On the very first night after Michael returned to Mrs. Bogdins to stay, his wolf had brought him to Michael’s balcony to sleep, like he always did.
Unfortunately, as he’d soon discovered, Mrs. Bogdins had taken in a new tenant recently.
Somehow, the giant who’d arrived with his father had wormed his way into Michael’s good books and had placed himself as personal bodyguard to the Luna. And, as it became glaringly apparent, he
