Brian’s P.O.V.

Her scent lingered on in the room, but the air overflowing from the broken window was diluting her sweet smell. My wolf was howling with anger.

I looked at the mirror. My teeth got sharp and were rubbing against my mouth. My hair started to have a silver gleam. This let out a sign that my wolf was about to out of control.

My fists clenched and hit on the mirror. The smell of blood flooded into my nose, which made my wolf more excited. I swept away all the things placed on the sink on the floor. The loud sound of a crack echoed through the room....