[CrimsonMoon Pack - Alpha's Study]
Dante was back in the pack. It had been a few hours…but he didn't sit…nor did he calm down…
He stormed back and forth across his office.
His steps definitely echoed like some impatient war drum.
A stack of files sat neatly on the corner of his desk…he slapped them to the ground with a snarl as the papers scattered like startled birds.
A pen rolled off, clattering uselessly.
He kicked the stool out of his way, sending it crashing into the wall.
"Fuck!" he spat, dragging a hand through his hair. "What the hell was that, Amara? What the fuck did you think you were doing?"
He grabbed another pen, flipped it carelessly, snapped it in two without meaning to, ink bleeding down his palm. He stared at it for a heartbeat, chest heaving, then hurled the pieces into the fire.
But no matter how loud he cursed, how hard he tried to shake her from his head, she still lingered.
The taste of her lips still lingered.
