ASHVIN HARVEY
I stared at the ruins before me, my claws itching to unsheathe as rage curled at the back of my neck. The scent of burnt wood and scorched earth filled my nostrils, mixing with the lingering stench of smoke.
I forced myself to hold back the fury simmering beneath my skin, my wolf, Zen, prowling inside me, restless and ready to tear into someone.
“Control yourself,” I reminded myself, even as my hands clenched into fists.
Kai had gone to check the wreckage while I stood there, watching my warriors try to put out the last of the flames. The crackling fire had died down, but the damage was already done.
“Alpha Ashvin.”
I turned sharply, my golden eyes locking onto one of the elders approaching me. His posture was stiff, his scent laced with apprehension. He knew how furio
