Darius' POV

“If not for her,” my mother told me, “your wolf would have killed those two nurses and you’d be in jail for God knows how long.”

I clenched my teeth, my jaw aching as the truth bit at me. Zeus—my wolf—had gone completely out of control, he slipped past every ounce of restraint I had.

Any time he broke free like that, cornered, no amount of spell could stop him. But now, all she did was touch me. She didn't even have to hug me, and Zeus calmed down like some damn puppy.

The thought made me grind my teeth harder. Nothing had ever worked before. The elders...