Rafe’s POV
The hallway felt too damn small for four full-grown alphas and four full-grown wolves losing their minds.
Jaxon wore a path into the floor, pacing like a caged storm. Maddox leaned against the wall but kept cracking his knuckles hard enough to break bone. Calder’s wolf hovered just under his skin, eyes glowing gold. And me?
I stood by the bedroom door listening for Rayna’s heartbeat like my life depended on it. Because it did.
Every time her breath hitched, my wolf slammed against my ribs.
“She’s in pain. Go to her,” he snarled.
“We can’t,” I muttered aloud, dragging a hand over my face. “Lana said to give her space.”
My wolf growled, unimpressed. “I don’t care what she said.”
Neither did I.
Every instinct in me screamed to barge through the door and bury myself beside
