DANE'S POV

My fist slammed against the desk.

Anger rushed through me as eyes flashed wide.

Mark's words echoed in my head. The audacity he had to speak to me in such a demeaning manner!

How dare he?

He must have forgotten that I was the most senior instructor here at the wolves academy.

And he dared speak to me that way, humiliating me in front of the nurses and the good for nothing bastard.

He had to pay. Definitely had to.

His father might be one of the most influential Alphas, but I was not to be disrespected. Never.

That Roberts Scotts. Something told me he had some skeletons...