Chapter 2

He slumped his shoulders and hurried up the street, his heart already aching from the dread of having to walk away from Sam yet again. He couldn’t think these days, couldn’t focus on the job, or what his pack members needed from him—all he could do was count down the hours until he could be in the same building as Sam.

He’d done the lone wolf thing. He’d done it for almost two years before he’d run into Zev, and he couldn’t face it again. Plus being forced out of the pack meant he’d had to leave the city, and Sam lived, worked, and breathed in this city.

The cool air of the cafe wrapped around him, making him shiver. He could’ve come here for the air conditioner alone.

Most of the tables were empty, which had him sighing in relief, but suspicion teased the back of his mind. Where was everyone? He’d never been here, no matter the time of day, when there were so few customers.