Michael Reese.
“I’m sorry,”
I noticed how the color of his eyes kept changing. His voice came out strained, making me frown. His pheromones have gotten weaker, confusing me even more. He stepped back, saying. “I didn’t mean to. . . You know?”
I shared a look with Ryker before glancing at him, wondering what was going on. Hayden made it seem as if he wasn’t in control. Wasn't he?
Hayden let out an empty chuckle, clearing his throat as he said, “My wolf didn’t like how you’re pushing us away, but don’t worry. I’m not planning to hurt you nor do anything of the like.”
I couldn’t form words to say anything, staring at him as if he was an unsolvable puzzle. Casey and Ryker must’ve been just as shocked. The silence became unbearable as none of us said anything. Casey, the chatterbox in the
