Chapter 74:

How does one handle a temperamental wolf?

Take Aries, for example.

When he's not basking in the attention people give me because of him, he's angry. Not just any kind of anger—an ancient, bone-deep rage that rattles through my very core, burning hot and violent.

And when he's not angry, he's sad. Depressed, even. Almost suicidal.

And now, suddenly, I have to deal with that.

I stare out of Caspian's window, my head resting against the soft pillows. The sky is a dull shade of blue, the kind that promises a slow morning.

I want to move, to get up, but there's a pull in my bones, a heavy weight pressing me down.

Aries.

He's feeling lazy.

I groan and try to push past it, but it's like trying to wade through knee-deep water.

"Aries, I have to go see Cassidy."

"You don't have to see anybody," he drawls. "You are superior now. Let them come to you."