Kael’s POV
Guilt. Anger. Frustration.
The moment I realized what I had been doing, those emotions crashed over me like an unforgiving storm.
I had been holding one of the clan members responsible for my mate’s dismissal, my grip so tight that my claws had started to pierce through flesh.
Alera.
That damn woman.
She was messing with my head, and I couldn’t understand why.
She wasn’t supposed to be this important.
She wasn’t supposed to be in my thoughts.
And yet, no matter how much I pushed her away, she kept creeping in, twisting my insides and making me lose the very control I prided myself on.
I needed to breathe.
I needed to get a grip.
But the moment I closed my eyes, I could hear the deep, guttural growls of my Lycan, restless, agitated.
What am I missing here?
The beast
