I had never seen Kael look so violently furious.
He didn't bother grabbing a shirt. He simply strode out of the suite, his bare chest smeared with a mixture of rogue blood and my medicinal salve, his eyes blazing a terrifying, solid gold. I had to jog to keep up with his long, predatory strides as we descended the grand staircase and headed toward the outdoor training arena.
A massive crowd had already gathered around the heavy iron fences of the arena. When they saw Kael approaching, the pack members immediately scrambled out of his way, dropping their heads in submissive panic.
"Open the gate," Kael commanded the guards.
The heavy iron gate clanged open. Kael stepped inside, pulling me gently behind him so I was shielded by his massive frame.
The training arena was a mess. The sand
