Penelope POV
"Get out of my way before I snap your neck," Cooper said.
His shoulder hit the heavy oak doors of Glory Hall, forcing them wide. The gold hinges shrieked against the stone walls.
I did not flinch. I did not look down. My fingers were locked around my brother's forearm, right over the thick leather of his sleeve. The raw power of the RoguePack surged beneath my palms, heavy and boiling hot. It was different tonight. The suppression was gone. For three years, I choked it down, burying the Alpha bloodline until my lungs burned. Tonight, Aria was awake. The she-wolf clawed at the back of my ribs, her teeth bared, demanding room to breathe.
"Steady, Penelope," Cooper muttered. His jaw tight. A vein pulsed right along his cheekbone. "Let them look. Let them choke on it."
We hit
