Remembering

“When my pack was attacked, something happened to my wolf, and he’s been trapped in some sort of holding cell in my head ever since,” James finally walked over, sitting next to me on the bed. His elbows rested on his knees and his face fell into his hands, “I’ve been without him for over three years and you,” he glanced to his right, “You somehow hold the key to him coming back to me.”

“None of this makes any sense, James.”

“Whoever attacked my pack, personally attacked me by locking away my wolf. I’ve not been able to make sense of it all myself,” James opened his mouth to continue, but his phone blared from his pocket. He ignored the call before another came through.

“What?” he snapped answering the second call.

A woman’s voice timidly told him that investors were all sitting in his conference room, impatiently awaiting his arrival.

“Tell them to get the fuck out. I’ll deal with it later.”

Her gasp had me placing my hand on his knee, “Go,” I whispered, “We will talk as soon as yo