(Ryan's POV)
As I made my way back to the pack house in a brooding silence, my mind wandered with the thought of the wedding that had been scheduled for three months. How could I be both furious and anxious about it at the same time?
The fact that my wolf and I both had differing desires in relation to Amber was doing nothing to soothe these complicated emotions that seemed to fill my head.
It was sometime in the early hours of the morning that I walked back through the front door of my pack house.
After showering quickly and cleaning myself up an insatiable urge to see Amber again filled every pore in my body.
"Ryan… come on. Just go take a look at her. She'll be asleep and won't even know we're there." my wolf begged as I ran my hand over my face wearily.
"We. Don't. Need. To. See.
