With the moon waxing, his wolf made itself more known, and it was doing more than enough thinking about those incidents for both of them. It didn’t like Elijah staying away from them, even for forty-eight hours. The constant urge to keep him close, to get him on pack territory, to not let him leave, played like endless TV static in Victor’s mind. His wolf was unequivocal about its desires; Victor only scowled as he read Elijah’s message because it meant he’d found nothing else to try.
