Lorcan

“Come in, why don’t you?” I say with little effort when Josh barges into my office.

Savannah, some cheap tart I picked up in a bar not half an hour ago, jumps off my lap.

After Gianna stumbled into the room earlier, catching me in a clinch with Claire, I needed to get out for a while.

My day has been hell. The meeting I attended at a neighbouring pack was all well and good; nothing out of the ordinary happened.

However, on the way home, a couple of rogues decided they’d try their luck. They stood no chance against me, and I’d soon torn them limb from limb.

But when I got home, I was in the foulest of moods. I showered away the blood because I didn’t want to scare Gianna. Then I found out she wasn’t even home, and I almost lost my shit.