#Chapter 295: The Thrill of the Hunt

Noah For the millionth time that morning, Noah’s gaze drifted from the stack of papers on his desk to the stretch of forest that was visible through the office window. The afternoon light filtered through the trees, casting that familiar, deep green hue over the landscape. Just seeing the expanse of forest, the rustling branches swaying in the breeze, made something primal stir inside of him. “Please… I need to run…” His wolf pressed against the surface of his skin, restless and wild. It had been too long, far too long, since he had let himself go, since he had really felt the earth beneath his paws. He’d been holed up in his office for weeks on end now, lost behind stacks of paperwork. Noah was on the verge of losing it. He needed a release before his wolf decided to take over for him one day. And right now, the last thing Noah needed was an inopportune shift in the middle of some important meeting or another. Glancing across the room, he ca