Ian~ Where is Toby? Even worse than being ignored is knowing that without my wolf, there ain't shit I can do about it. With a string of curses, I cross the room in two strides; the cellarette doesn't stand a chance as I punch the glass door. Blood runs down my hand, and I shake it off before grabbing the bottle of brandy. The fact that I had to call him on his cell rather than use the Pack mind link should have been a clue that something was amiss. The brandy goes down smooth, and my pacing resumes. 'Colt, you son-of-bitch, you'd better heal me!' Nothing! My eyes locked on opening the door. "Where the hell have you been?!" Toby shrugged his shoulders. "I was tying up some loose ends. What's got you so wound up?" The urge to smack him upside the head is strong, but I round my desk and flop down in my chair instead. "Lycan, you're bleeding." "You think I don't fucking know?" After getting a handkerchief from my desk drawer, I slammed it shut. "Why are you bleeding? C
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