Chapter 46

at I’m made of? More than you’ll ever be, you pathetic excuse for a wolf

Drake

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I watched Elsa’s blonde hair disappear through the door, her hips swaying lightly as she walked away. Something dark and possessive twisted in my gut as I tracked her movement. Fuck. Why did she still affect me like this?

“Shouldn’t someone go after her? Luke leaned in, his voice low enough that only I could hear. “Drake, Elsa over there-maybe we should check

if she’s okay?”

My fingers stopped their rhythmic tapping on the leather armrest. I started to rise, my wolf already moving toward the door, toward her. Goddamn instincts. I couldn’t seem to kill them no matter how hard I tried