I drummed my fingers on the mahogany desk, staring at the financial reports spread before me but absorbing nothing. My concentration had been shot all morning. Two days had passed since Seraphina Moon moved into my home, and despite my best intentions to keep my distance, my thoughts continually drifted to her.
*Check on her,* my wolf urged for the tenth time today. *Make sure she's comfortable.*
"She's fine," I muttered aloud, pushing back from my desk.
I'd caught glimpses of her—in the garden with Mrs. Winters yesterday afternoon, in the library earlier today selecting books. Each time, I'd forced myself to walk the other way. She needed space to adjust, and I needed... what? Distance from this inexplicable pull?
My phone buzzed, and I snatched it up.
"Thorne," I answered.
"Alpha, I have the full report you requested on Seraphina Moon."
I straightened. "And?"
"Sending the documents now, but I wanted to brief you personally on the financial findings."
