His shadows in the hallway had already grown long, the corridors lit with multiple candles as per his instructions. He ran a hand through his hair as he walked down the familiar path. He hesitated at the door, placing his forehead gently against the wood, and sighed.
He began to pace back and forth, then shoved his hands into his pockets. He sucked on his tongue and groaned, turning away. After a few steps, he turned again, squeezing his eyes shut. His heart thundered in his ears. What was the matter with him these days?
He reprimanded himself harshly. He was the Alpha of Ironshade, not some brooding young wolf tangled up in his feelings.
Ronan, the spirit that dwelled within him, whispered something sly in the recess of his mind.
Darius bristled. "Silence," he muttered under his breath. Of course Ronan was making fun of him. He rolled his shoulders and returned to the door with a renewed resolve.
His hand was just about to touch the doorknob when he froze, eyes wide.
