GRAYSON'S POV
My fists curled and uncurled as a storm of emotion kept flooding through my veins.
Control. I needed to maintain control.
I pushed the doors to the sparring chambers, the door almost breaking off its hinges. Everyone in the room stilled as I walked in, they could already sense the steams of anger rolling off my body.
"Alpha Grayson" Viktor called out of courtesy. He flicked his sweat soaked hair out of his face. Besides his usual black leather pants, he was half naked. His torso bare, revealing ink stained skin "how did it go?" His tone was playful but I've known him long enough to know that was his way of coping with....things.
"She's safe" I said, my lips pressing into a thin line.
He quirked a brow when I gave no further response and then he sighed before saying "a
