Back at the hotel, Linus barely exchanged words with Willow. The tension radiating from him was enough to keep her silent, her gaze filled with unspoken concern. Without so much as a glance, he turned and left her behind, shutting the door with a soft finality that echoed through the room.
The cool night air hit him like a balm, though it did little to soothe the storm brewing within. Stripping away the facade of civility he had maintained at the wedding, Linus let his wolf take over. His body shifted, fur erupting as his muscles restructured, and within moments, the powerful white wolf stood in his place. His green eyes, sharp and feral, glowed in the dim light of the moon.
Linus took off into the woods, each stride a release of the pent-up anger and confusion coursing through him. The
