Lifting the she-wolf's mood

As Emily stormed from Alex's dorm, she had no idea she wasn't alone. Hidden in the thick branches of a nearby tree, Raphael was leaning back lazily, sipping from a silver can that was definitely not soda.

His dark eyes gleamed with amusement as he listened to the heated argument between Emily and Alex, hearing every sharp word and emotional outburst.

A sly smile curled on his lips as Emily finally stormed out of the dorm, slamming the door behind her with enough force to make the hinges creak. Raphael tossed the empty can aside, watching her walk briskly across the yard, her shoulders tense and fists clenched.

He knew that look. That was anger mixed with frustration—the kind that didn't fade quickly.