Arthur
The hospital corridor is blissfully quiet and empty as I pace up and down it. The only sound other than my rapid footsteps is the buzzing of a fluorescent light flickering annoyingly at the end of the hall, as if it’s mocking me.
Iris is a werewolf. A f*****g werewolf. And not just any werewolf—a Willford. The lost Willford heir.
My mate.
The woman I’ve loved for years. The mother of my child. The woman I thought I knew.
How did I not see it? How did I miss something so fundamental about her?
Footsteps approach from behind, and I already know who it is before he speaks. My wolf bristles beneath my skin just at his presence.
“Arthur.”
Caleb’s voice makes me tense. I don’t turn around.
“I don’t want to talk to you right now,” I growl.
“I don’t c
