"Mairwen!" My name gusted out with a great heave of breath as the doors to the library banged open and the alpha froze in their broad frame. He was shockingly beautiful, hair rumpled from a flight, but he looked haggard and wild as he stood there staring at me, his skin pale. His eyes shut and his throat bobbed, and he scuffed a shaking hand over his face. "Library. I should've known," he muttered. "Where were you—Oh!" I'd barely gotten my question started before Ronson was storming closer, the doors slamming and shuddering shut behind him.
