These past few days have been absolute hell. Sleep was a joke at home—tossing and turning in that too-empty bed until the sheets felt like sandpaper against my skin. At the office, I couldn’t focus worth a damn. I’d flip open a file, stare at the same two pages for twenty minutes, and nothing would stick. My mind was a goddamn Warzone, something feral slamming around inside my skull, sending waves of raw restlessness crashing through me. My wolf wouldn’t settle. He paced and snarled just under the surface, claws scraping at my control until my fingers twitched with the urge to shift and run.
My body was acting weird, too. Heart racing one second, dragging slowly the next. Chest tight like a vice squeezing my ribs, a constant low-grade pressure that made every breath feel forced. It wasn’t
