Darius's POV

I glanced down to see my fingers were no longer human. My sharp claws had elongated. My teeth clenched, and I felt the scrape of fangs against my lower lip.

Just the thought of the Patriarch drove my wolf insane.

I tightened my fists, my claws cutting into my own palms. My whole body trembled with the effort of keeping the shift at bay. My wolf didn’t care about restraint. It wanted blood. It wanted vengeance. It wanted to tear apart anything that smelled like the Patriarch.

Sam stepped in front of me. “Darius, try to hold it together. This isn’t the place.”

I dragged in a shaky...