Lionel’s POV
My wolf prowls restlessly beneath my skin.
Agitation makes concentrating impossible. I give up the illusion of cool calm within 30 minutes. Nan’s message ruling my disturbed thoughts.
‘Long day. Don’t feel like talking about it….’
The day had started normally. Nan took one of my extra cars for work after breakfast with my daughters. I had been sucked into inane meetings all day.
Cocky idiots trying to suck up to me. Flirtatious employees that toed the line between employment and unemployment. Board members fighting to get their uncreative ideas heard.
No different than any other day.
The only noticeable difference to my routine had been the lunch dates between Nan and I. Nan and my schedules often coincide around lunch and dinner. These little gatherings became the
