ALARIC

My hand moved before my mind. His wrist fit perfectly in my grip, bones straining beneath my hold. My wolf was already snarling, flooding me with a rage I could barely contain.

“Don’t touch what’s mine,” I said, my voice low, deadly calm, though my blood burned like fire.

Alpha Douglas smirked, his eyes narrowing, testing me. He wanted a reaction—he got one. But I would not give him the satisfaction of seeing me lose control. Not here, not in front of my people.

His wrist twitched under my grip, but I didn’t let go. My wolf wanted more, wanted to tear into him for even daring to look...