Grayson
Her breath stutters as I drag her back against me, her spine flush to my bare chest. I shouldn't want her this much—not when fury is eating me alive from the inside out. But it's Raelynn. And nothing about her has ever been simple.
My entire body trembles, not from weakness but from the storm raging beneath my skin. Rage. Jealousy. Raw, unfiltered hunger. All of it twisted into one f****d-up mess that's threatening to tear me apart. She left with him. Jace, that cocky bastard.
A Silverwolf. My rival. My enemy. That smug piece of s**t grinned at me like he'd won some prize. Like she was his to claim. Knights and Silverwolves don't mix—oil and water, fire and gasoline. And Raelynn just threw a lit match into that already-bloody war.
She tries to twist away from me, but I catch he
