Summer POV

I slipped into Ezra’s office. I found him standing by the window holding a half-empty glass of scotch.

“Before you explode, tell me why you’re so mad,” I said quickly.

Ezra gripped the glass tightly. I thought it might break in his fist.

“Come on, it can’t be that bad,” I pleaded.

He marched over to his desk and slammed the glass on it.

“My girlfriend in the arms of another wolf is bad enough!” he roared.

I blinked a few times. Ezra’s jealous? I bit my bottom lip ...