Knock! Knock! Knock!
I didn’t plan to knock on Jane’s door. I really didn’t. It was out of reflex, and this intense urge to see her wellbeing.
If anyone had asked me earlier that day what I’d be doing at midnight, the last thing I would’ve said was standing outside Jane Garice’s dorm room like some desperate i***t. But after everything I saw that night, the burnt ground, the smell of fur, the charred marks that looked way too familiar, I couldn’t shake it off.
My wolf wouldn’t let me.
He was pacing inside me, restless, irritated, growling the same word over and over.
Protect. Protect. Protect.
I tried ignoring it. I tried distracting myself with patrol work. I tried thinking logically, which usually works for me. But the second I pictured Jane walking alone at night, that logic disap
