Hunter:
I’m pacing the room like a damn maniac, heart rattling it’s likely to bust out of my chest soon.
It’s been three miserable f*****g days since Anika stormed out from here.
Three days since she looked me dead in the eye... and told me she wished I was dead.
That s**t still echoes in my head. The way her voice cracked. The way her pain hit harder than any punch.
I haven’t been able to sit still since.
Even my wolf won’t talk to me.
I tried finding her. Came up empty.
Two loud knocks suddenly snap me out of my spiral, and before I can even say a word, the door swings open.
Kyle.
He’s standing there, staring at me like he doesn’t know whether to punch me or pray for me.
I don’t wait a second. I rush over and yank him inside like the damn door’s on fire.
“What’s the report?
