Chapter 31

“You’re in a mood,” Sean said, looking up from his game.

Caspian glared at him. “I’m not in a mood.”

“You’re pretty much vibrating. I’ve known you long enough to know when you’re dealing with anger management.”

He wanted to slap his friend, but the bastard was right. Living in a human world, allowing anger to take control was never a good sign. He’d kill people in this condition, or raise alarm.

Cops were not needed in this situation.

“It is nothing.”

“It is the woman again,” Sean said, going back to his game. “I can smell her on you. Perhaps next time, use the front door, or find a way to court her the way human women like.”

“You mean meeting them in a bar?” Caspian asked, snorting.

Drinking was useless to wolves. The smells were always … vile. He’d tried to drink away his pain many years ago, and all it had done was make him sick as a dog.

He couldn’t help but chuckle. Nah, sick as a wolf.

“You look like a crazy person again,” Sean said.

“You’re not even looking at me. You’re too bu