Page 450 of His Hungry Wolf

Quin looked heartbroken as he squeezed out and closed the door behind him.

“What are you doing?”

Taking my arm, he pulled me back towards the stairs to talk in private.

“Titus, he doesn’t want to see you.”

“What? Why?”

“Because he said it’s over between you two,” Quin said sadly.

“Over? What are you talking about? He went to the restaurant to break up with Sey. He was doing it so that we could be together.”

“I don’t know what to tell you, Titus. He told me it’s over between you and him and he’s not changing his mind.”

“No. I won’t accept it. If he wants to end things after everything we’ve done, what we’ve been through together, then he’s gonna have to tell me himself,” I said trying to push past Quin.

“Titus, stop. Stop!” Quin insisted. “You can’t see him,” he yelled.

“Yeah? Try and stop me,” I said furiously.

Rage bubbled within me. I didn’t care who was around. I was going to shift and make Lou talk to me.

I clenched my fist ready to turn and… nothing. I tried again allowing the anger to feed my wolf. Yet, I didn’t shift. What was going on?

“You can’t do this, Titus. If he doesn’t want to see you, you can’t force yourself on him.”

“I wasn’t trying to force myself on him,” I said deflating. “I was trying to talk to him.”

“But he doesn’t want to talk to you!” Quin caught himself. Pain appeared in his eyes. “He doesn’t want to talk to you,” he said sympathetically.

“Why not?” I said realizing what was happening.

“I don’t know.”

“This isn’t fair. So, now what? Am I not invited to game nights anymore? Am I not supposed to talk to you or Cage?”

“He’s moving out,” Quin said heartbroken.

“What?” I said shocked. “Why?”

“I don’t know.”

“Where’s he moving to?”

“I don’t know.”

I looked around lost before finding Quin again.

“But, I love him. And he loves me. I know he does.”

“Sometimes it takes more than love,” Quin said with tears in his eyes. “I’m sorry,” he said before we both fell into each other’s arms.Why? Why had he disappeared? The possibilities tortured me. As the weeks followed, I could barely think of anything else. It affected every part of my life. I lost my edge on the football field. I rarely attended classes. And, worse than all of that, I couldn’t shift.

Was Nero right? Had not shifting weakened my muscles making it impossible to do it now? Was there something else going on?

I hadn’t even tried to since the dragon shifter attack. Why not?

It didn’t take me long to figure it out. I was scared. Of what, though?