Malakar's POV.
I pace the confides of my room - quietly, but impatiently.
The seconds on the clock tick by in a painfully slow manner. Each tick of the hand beating against my skull like a hammer.
Beneath the surface, I can feel my wolf stirring. He's ready - eager even, to do this. To claim Hope as his own in every possible way. To show the world, the entire world that she belongs to him - that she chose us.
Lucian leans against the wall, looking casual and unbothered as usual. It erks me, but only because I wish that I was feeling that way - waiting for Hope is driving me insane.
Lucian arches his brow when he notices me tugging at my shirt collar for the sixth time in as many minutes. It feels too small, too tight - like it's taunting me. Trying to squeeze the life right out of me.
