*~ Cyrius's POV~*
God knows I was ready to pounce on her. Hazel. The fire in me was wild, my wolf clawing at the edges of my skin, desperate to claim what it thought belonged to us. But her babies needed her more than I did in that moment. So I stepped out.
I didn't want to. But I had to.
As soon as I left her room, I went to the study, hoping a moment alone might help me pull myself together. Maybe help my wolf calm down. I barely made it halfway there when I bumped straight into Alexander. Fully dressed, smelling like expensive cologne and celebration.
"Brother, where are you going at this hour?" he asked, raising a brow.
I didn't want to get into it. "Just need to clear my head."
He laughed lightly and slapped my shoulder. "Clear your head? Come on, the pack just got married—we're throwing a celebration at the club tonight. You should come. Beer. Loud music. Maybe even a good distraction or two." His tone dipped knowingly.
