#Chapter 30- Angela the Tormentor

Ethan “Just hurry,” my wolf urges as I roll my suitcase into the house. Silence greets me, since the staff has the week off, and my wolf paces in my subconscious. He’s been on edge all day, which has also put me on edge. Flying with an anxious wolf in your head is annoying but add the odd excitement to see Fiona and the annoyance from my father’s persistent questions about a Luna, and everything becomes maddening. “I’m going. Just give me a second,” I growl, registering the desire growing in me. I haven’t seen Fiona for a week, and at first, I didn’t mind, but the longer we were apart, the more I wanted to come back. The need to see her became so strong that I had Ryan book me an earlier flight back. “Our mate is waiting for us.” Ignoring him, I change into a new suit before swiping my keys off the dresser and leaving my room. I’d told Ryan to keep my return a secret for two reasons. I wanted to surprise Fiona, and I wanted to see how my employees were getting on without me