#Chapter 119: A Werewolf

Arthur The hospital corridor is blissfully quiet and empty as I pace up and down it. The only sound other than my rapid footsteps is the buzzing of a fluorescent light flickering annoyingly at the end of the hall, as if it’s mocking me. Iris is a werewolf. A fucking werewolf. And not just any werewolf—a Willford. The lost Willford heir. My mate. The woman I’ve loved for years. The mother of my child. The woman I thought I knew. How did I not see it? How did I miss something so fundamental about her? Footsteps approach from behind, and I already know who it is before he speaks. My wolf bristles beneath my skin just at his presence. “Arthur.” Caleb’s voice makes me tense. I don’t turn around. “I don’t want to talk to you right now,” I growl. “I don’t care what you want,” Caleb says, stepping closer. “This isn’t about you or me. It’s about Iris.” Her name stabs at my heart. I whirl around, ready to tear into him, but he sta