XANDER
Lance swept his golden hair out of his eyes and tilted his head, as if in slow motion. “I understand,” he said, before moving out of my room.
After he left, I collapsed onto my bed and let out a long sigh. Darkness began to creep in at the edges of my vision since I wanted to sleep and prepare for what awaited me the next morning.
However, my thoughts kept racing, keeping me awake.
I tossed and turned, my mind spinning in circles. I closed my eyes and tried to slow my breathing, hoping that sleep would come.
But no sooner had I closed my eyes than they fluttered open again.
I felt restless. Sitting up on my bed, my wolf, Maz, spoke to me with a teasing voice. “So, are you still thinking about that Ziva girl?”
I snapped at Maz, my patience wearing thin. “Cut it out. You're
