Chapter 127

• Elroy POV
• I never felt farther from my wolf than when I was sitting in my office. It wasn’t the chair and desk made for my human form or that there was no decent place to curl up in my fur and digest my latest meal. It wasn’t the books or the numerous awards and certificates serving as décor that all required opposable thumbs to handle.
• It was the isolation. Even though I frequently had wolves in here, particularly Sam, it was a small room (by tradition), and sometimes the walls closed in. I couldn’t see the moon except through the one window. I couldn’t run with the Pack; I couldn’t play with the pups. I was just a man sitting in a room and worrying about things that I could influence but not control.