Evan lost another day of work when Atlas decided to make his rather obnoxious return later that afternoon. The first sign came with a feral roar that tore through his mind, forcing Evan to double over in pain. His vision blurred as pressure pounded behind his eyes. Across the room, Kari clutched her head with a sharp gasp, her eyes flashing with pain. Nova must have felt the echo of Atlas’s reawakening too.
Calm the f**k down, Evan snapped at his wolf.
But calm was not a word that had ever existed in Atlas’s vocabulary. The wolf snarled and raged, slamming against the walls of Evan’s mind like a storm against glass. Evan spent the rest of the day sitting in a darkened room, hands pressed to his temples, listening to his wolf’s fury while his head felt ready to split in two. No mental bar
