From this angle I could see the pain etched in Jake’s face. His eyes locked on the door and I watched as the cogs churned in his head. The emotions he was going through were so obvious. He took one step toward the door and I held my breath as he contemplated going after her. He closed his eyes and his hands curled into fists. He turned his back to the door and froze as his eyes flashed yellow. His wolf was fighting him.

Was it fighting to run home?

Or was it telling him to turn around and ...