I burst through the library doors, Nyx's desperate cry still echoing in my mind. The scene before me stops me cold for a fraction of a second, just long enough to process what I'm seeing, to let fury build to its breaking point. Lucian Redwood, a gamma border patrol wolf who has served this pack for decades, has my omega backed against a bookshelf. Her dress is torn, bruises forming on her pale skin, blood speckling her face, though from the state of his nose, most of it appears to be his.
My little wolf fought back.
Pride flickers briefly through my rage before being consumed by it entirely.
'KILL HIM,' Conri roars in my mind, his fury matching my own but distilled to its most primal form. 'HE TOUCHED WHAT'S OURS.'
For once, there is no internal debate, no calculation of political con
