Sage woke with a thudding headache. Since seeing Eleanor the night before his rut had turned vicious, her pheromones still affected him, leaving him nauseous.
He wished that Katelyn were here; his mate, his other half. That thought should have eased the ache, but she wasn't. He blamed himself for always putting on that mighty alpha facade around her. Maybe that was why she stayed away.
He lay back on the couch and took a slow sip of the cold water he'd fetched from the fridge. "I'm going to kill Eleanor for coming here last night," he growled, and Nyko, the wolf under his skin, answered with a low rumble beneath his ribs.
Just then, the doorbell rang. A familiar scent drifted through the air a second later, wrapping around him. It was Katelyn.
Before he could think, Sage was at the door, yanking it open.
"What's wrong with you?" Katelyn's brows drew together as she took him in his pallid skin. There were the shadows bruising his eyes and the exhaustion carved deep into his face.
