CHAPTER FORTY THREE
IAN’S POV
I didn’t want her defending me at all. Like who said I needed her coming to my rescue like that? I scrubbed my body with the soaped sponge a bit too aggressively. It was almost five and here I was, hoping a cold shower would somehow give me comfort while I let out my frustrations.
I stepped out of the shower, grabbing a towel from a clean stack, tied it around my lower body before walking to my dressing mirror. My dark hair was a ruffled, wet mess on my head, the bugs under my eyes a clear sign I had not had much sleep last night. My wolf was just as much stressed as I.
“How are you not dressed yet? We are meeting the rest of the pack at the pack house. I can already feel the effects of that damn moon,” Mum barged into my room non-chalantly, a look o
