Chapter 18. He Looks Like You

Devon’s POV

The sound of my own footsteps reverberated through the hall as I chased after Sara. Her sobs, sharp and piercing, filled the air, their echo an urgent call for me to explain the inexplicable.

“Sara! Sara! Sara!” I called out but I got no response.

She reached her room, desperation clouding her features as she reached for the door handle. But I was quicker. My legs slid between the door and its frame, my arm snaking out to grip the handle, holding it fast.

"Sara, please," I begged, my breath catching in my throat, "I can explain."

Her eyes flashed with a fury I'd never seen before.

“Explain what? That I caught you half naked in the same room with your ex knowing your wolf would be excited,” she said, her voice tinged with disgust.