Page 8 of The Wolf's Appetite
I knew Dr. Mikonovich could sense how on edge I constantly was and smell that frantic energy in me, seeing as she, too, was a Lycan.
But she didn’t seem intimidated. Not one fucking bit. Then again, I was sure she saw a lot ofOtherworldcreatures who had a lot more darker issues than I did.
“I’ll see you next week, Lennox.”
I grunted my affirmation because she and I both knew I didn’t have a choice.
Father or not, when the Scottish king of the Lycans told you to do something, you fucking did it, thanked him, and asked for seconds.
I left her office and was in my SUV before I realized that I’d even made the small trek to my vehicle. I sat in the driver’s seat for a minute with my hands on the steering wheel, the leather creaking as I slowly tightened my fingers around it.
Truth was, I was fucking exhausted. My father had gotten sick of seeing me either moping around my room, cursing out the staff in angry fits from my frustration, or picking fights with my brothers or the Guard.
The testosterone and aggression in my body was so high it was starting to choke me.
I hadn’t been able to shift into my animal for far too long, which I could have handled if I’d known I could at some point. But I didn’t know. I had no fucking clue why my inner beast was gone or if he’d ever come back.
And seeing as there was no recorded history of this happening to our kind, no one knew how to help.
It was an itch under my skin, a burn in my veins. It was that feeling when you are so thirsty that it physically hurts.
I made quick work heading back to the estate, although I should’ve taken my fucking time. I didn’t want to see the sympathetic looks cast my way from everyone I passed.
Fuck their sympathy.
They could never know the destruction you felt when you no longer had that other part of yourself. I wondered if this was what it was like to have a mate and have her taken away.
It was a hollowness that could never be filled, and it fucking sucked.
It fucking sucked.
I didn’t bother going through the front doors when I got to the estate, just parked and headed around back to one of the less used entrances.
I could hear voices across the property and glanced up to see my father with a few of the Guard, his personal Lycan army, working on fighting drills.
Although we had an entire lower level in the estate dedicated to training, having natural terrain to get your body used to different stances was better.
I ducked my head and walked inside, passing a few of the staff as they went about their day cleaning or cooking.
They had seen me grow into the male I was today and watched me slowly spiral to the bottom of the barrel.
I wondered what they truly thought of me.
I wondered if they would still feel sympathetic or give me their sad smiles if I wasn’t one of the princes of the Scottish Lycans. I’d never truly know, so I straightened my spine, threw my shoulders back, and growled the best I could as I ascended the service stairs.
Once upstairs, I headed down the hallway to my room, thankful I hadn’t run into my brother Tavish or my mother.
With Caelan mated and living with his female, I only saw him when he came over for a visit or when we worked out together.
But Tavish was unmated—like me—and was still at the estate. And because I’d become an unbearable, surly bastard, I found myself picking fights with him almost every time our paths crossed.
It’s because you want to feel again.
I felt like a fucking prick most of the time. Snappingat my father, ignoring my mother’s gentle urges to open up and talk to her, and then getting into physical altercations with my brothers. And fuck, we wouldn’t even talk about how much of an asshole I was to the staff and Guard.
Especially her.
I scrubbed a hand over my face. I was tired, but it wasn’t the physical kind. No, I had fucking energy for days where that was concerned.
