Storm
When the trio had been escorted from the room, I stood there for a moment, still trying to get my wolf under control.
She wasn’t interested in calm.
She wanted Sophie.
Preferably dead.
I turned towards Doyle, walked over, and gently took hold of his hand between my teeth.
He looked down at me.
I tugged.
“Seriously?” he asked, amusement creeping into his voice.
I tugged again.
With a quiet chuckle, he allowed me to drag him back upstairs to the office we’d abandoned only minutes earlier.
Once we were inside, I closed the door behind us and sat on the floor beside his desk, still in my wolf form.
I looked up at him.
How much trouble am I in?
Doyle raised an eyebrow.
“Why would you think you’re in trouble?”
Because you’re the Alpha.
I gave him a pointed look.
And I jus
