Where Is She?

Kain sat at his desk, his fingers tapping against the wood as he reclined in his chair, sighing for the umpteenth time. He had been sitting in the same position for hours and yet, he hadn’t gotten anything done…he hadn’t even touched a single paper.

He couldn’t focus because of one specific thing that kept riling him up…

Denise.

The image of her back retreating through the crowd had replayed in his mind at least a thousand times over, and coupled with the look on her face, it was all eating away his restraints. How dare she walk away? It was an act deserving of punishment, death even!

Suddenly disobeying his command…what exactly did it mean? Was she attempting to anger him like this?

Or perhaps she felt the position he gave her was not enough? That was ridiculous. A lowlife shouldn’t covet anything. She was simply too greedy.

What exactly could she give him in return anyway? Aside from the spot between her legs and her wolf, she had nothing to offer. Instead of running around aski