The night closed around him as he walked down the gritty broken sidewalk. There weren’t many who’d walk down these streets alone, but then Jax wasn’t just anyone. Being a werewolf, even when the moon wasn’t full, gave him confidence and strength that no mortal would ever possess. But it didn’t always give him common sense. He’d come this close to taking that girl with him, back to his house, to his den. Taking her almost any place where he could have torn off her clothes and taken her. His body still ached, his erection slow to fade from her touch, her kiss, her incredible scent. But he hadn’t. He stopped at the corner, leaning against an abandoned and shuttered building, the bricks rough against his arm, wondering just what the hell he was playing with. She wasn’t the one, couldn’t be the one, not the girl he wanted for his mate, and definitely not the kind of girl the alpha male would bring back to the pack. He ran a hand across his face, suddenly tired. Tired of the search for a mate, tired of the pack’s restlessness, of their waiting for him to take control.
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