Griffin's POV

The blood in my veins felt like molten fire, pulsing with every beat of my heart. Rolan’s words echoed in my head, gnawing at me with a relentless bite.

That smug grin, that damned arrogance of his, it was enough to drive anyone mad. Yes, I had made the first kill, but Rolan had bested me again.

By the time the hunt was over, he'd taken down six deers, while I was left with only one. The first kill of the night, but what did that matter? In the end, it was Rolan who walked away with the respect of the pack, not me.

The drive back to...