(Matthew's POV)
The evening breeze on the beach is as relaxing as usual but my body is still as tense as a strung bow.
Since I ended Cassandra's call yesterday morning, my wolf, who had been giving me the silent treatment since I left, has decided to start practicing his Alpha growl in my head.
His anger has caused me to become irate and I have a splitting migraine.
I planned on traveling back in two days but this annoying twist has ruined everything.
I just had to answer the call and now the little resistance I built towards her crumbled like the sand castle in front of me.
She sounded so distraught, more than the day that she was shot and guilt like I've never felt before gripped my heart like in a tight fist that just keeps getting tighter by the second.
"Sir, the helicopter is ready to go," my personal pilot says from behind me.