RAZE’S POV
I stared out the window with narrowed eyes, sipping the tequila specially made for wolves. My thoughts trailed to Serra. I hated the fact I wasn’t able to save her—from everyone. I don’t want her to prove herself to anyone as long as she has me.
The door creaked open, and my beta walked in. I could smell him before he even entered.
“What?” I asked coldly. I had placed Serra in his care, trusted him, and he had done a horrible job.
“I didn’t mean to let that happen to her, I ju—”
“I don’t need your apology,” I snapped, gripping my glass tightly it shattering under the pressure. Turning to him I said. “Where is Lawrence?”
“Right here, watching you snap at your best friend,” Lawrence said from behind, gently crossing his leg while smiling dramatically. My eyes darkened insta
