Blake stomped his right foot on the floor and glanced at his wrist watch for the nth time now. For him, every minute matters and is very important. He watched his beta give instructions to the warriors. He couldn't stand it anymore. He stood up and went outside the pack house. It was suffocating to stay inside. The alpha wolf in him is on edge. He wanted to tear someone to pieces. He wanted to see Candice—to touch her, smell her, and hug her. To warm his fingers, he blew on them. The cold weather continues in the north. "Blake," he said when he heard his mate's lovely voice, but she was not there. It was all his illusion. He keeps seeing his mate, even in his dreams. He sighed and kicked the pot beside him. It cracked. "F*cking s**t," he cursed and ruffled his hair. The door creaked op