Gianna's knuckles turned white as her fists clenched tighter, her body rigid with tension. My gaze shifted to him-the asshole. The way he looked at her made my wolf claw beneath the surface, desperate to gouge out his eyes. Whatever history lay between them was personal, and that knowledge sent molten rage burning through my veins.

"Quit staring at her, or I'll make sure you don't survive the next battle." My words carried the full weight of the threat, and if my glare didn't drive the point home, his instincts should.

The wannabe Alpha flicked his gaze to me, holding it longer than he should, as if testing my limits....