Kiel
I was this close—this damn close—to losing it completely. My wolf was pacing just under my skin, claws scraping, teeth bared, every muscle in my body screaming to shift and end this nonsense the fastest way I knew how.
The audacity—the sheer nerve—of Michelle's father standing here in front of me, in front of everyone, and demanding that his precious daughter stay here… as if this pack house were some summer resort he could just send his problems to. As if we were here to babysit his mess.
It made my blood run hot, boiling under the surface, so loud I could almost hear it in my ears.
