Damian's P.O.V.
Who is he, Kiera?” I barked, my voice echoing through the hall as I strode inside, my eyes pinned on the pup standing too close to her. My blood was boiling, jealousy and territorial instinct clawing at my chest.
Kiera turned toward me, startled, but I couldn’t look at her, not when this... boy was still standing there, his smirk enough to make me want to rip him apart.
“I’m Aaron,” the recruit answered, far too casual, his grin returning as he glanced at Kiera. “And maybe—hopefully—the new love of her life.”
Was he blind? Or just stupid?
The air around me grew heavier as my wolf snarled in my head. I closed the distance between us in two strides, grabbing him by the front of his shirt and yanking him closer until his feet barely touched the ground.
“Care to repeat
