KIENA

Nothing says terror like the look on Zedanes's face as I stand in the doorway of his room. For once, I regret not listening to someone's advice.

His eyes are a dark shade of red, veins pulsing from the hands he has clenched so tightly I fear they might snap. He inches one slow inch after another in my direction, and I retreat.

“What are you doing, Zedane? Knock it out.” I admonish. “You're hurting the pack, and that's not how an Alpha should treat the wolves under his command.”

A low growl emanates from his chest, vibrating through the air and causing fear to grip me like a...