The Truth About Clara

Behind the closed doors of his downstairs study, Thorne stared blankly at his desk, fighting a losing battle to keep Clara out of his head.

Forty-eight hours had crawled by at an agonizingly slow pace, and keeping his distance from the pretty human was growing harder by the minute. Inside his head, his restless wolf was pacing relentlessly, nudging him every few minutes to head upstairs and check