Chapter Twenty-Seven: Breaking Point
Josiah's POV:
The study was a f*****g mess, and it was all my fault. Not that I gave a damn. Shards of glass crunched under my boots as I paced back and forth, my hands clenched into fists so tight my knuckles were white. Once an antique masterpiece, the desk was now a pile of splinters against the far wall, its destruction courtesy of my temper. A few books lay scattered, their pages torn and crumpled like my sanity.
It wasn't enough. None of it was enough to take the edge off. My wolf, Kael, wasn't helping either. He'd been riding my ass all night, his growls echoing in my head like some twisted soundtrack to my meltdown.
She's leaving tomorrow, he snarled. Leaving to go back to him.
"I f*****g know that," I snapped out loud, the sound of my ow
