Xavier's POV

The sound of tires crunching on the gravel snapped my attention toward the window. Id been pacing for what felt like hours, waitingthough I hated admitting even to myself that I was.

When she stepped out of the sleek, black car, my chest tightened.

She was smiling.

That carefree, radiant smile that I hadnt seen in so long. But it wasnt directed at me. The wolf sitting in the drivers seat leaned out, saying something that made her laugh softly. She waved ...