LEANDER'S POV
The door shut behind me with a soft thud, but the storm inside me didn’t die down. My eyes were still flashing, my hands still itched with the memory of what happened in there, and my beast still paced just beneath my skin.
I stopped outside the pack house building, standing in the cool night air. The silence should have calmed me. But it didn't.
I wasn’t sure how I felt about what had happened in Gareth’s office. I should have been calm, collected, the way I always forced myself to be. But tonight… I had let it slip, and I had almost lost control. I had let him push me close to the edge, close enough that my wolf clawed at the surface, demanding blood.
And I had wanted to give it to him. Badly.
I closed my eyes, dragging in a breath of cold air. It burned my lungs, but
