Damon's POV
The first thing I feel is rage. Pure, unfiltered rage that makes my vision go red and my wolf claw at my insides demanding to be let out. It's the kind of anger that's dangerous, the kind that makes alphas lose control and do things they can't take back. But right now, I don't give a f**k about control.
"We need to go," I tell the others, already moving toward the exit. "Now."
They don't question me. That's how it's always been since we got here together at this school. Four alphas from different packs, with different tastes and different backgrounds, we started off as enemies our freshman year.
Territorial disputes and Alpha posturing that nearly got us all expelled. But somewhere along the way, through shared practices and late night talks and battles fought side by side
