SCRAMBLING WULF

WULFRIC paced back and forth inside his newly checked-in hotel room—the same one where Aster, his agent, and the Polaris team were staying. 

His mind kept circling back to that message Aster had left on his Terminal. He still couldn't believe Aster had recognized him. And now, because of his staring, Aster was angry. Angry enough to threaten ignoring him for a month. 

The thought made his stomach twist. He'd been wracking his brain nonstop for ways to make it up to him, thinking so hard that now he was the one with a pounding headache.