Ryan's POV
I slammed the door of my quarters so hard the windows rattled. Inside, Sarah lounged on the couch like she owned the place, examining her manicured nails with practiced indifference.
"Would you like to explain why you threatened Diana in the middle of the pack grounds?" I demanded, fighting to keep my voice level.
Sarah looked up, her face a mask of innocence. "Threatened? I simply had a conversation with our... guest."
"A conversation that ended with her looking like she wanted to tear your throat out." I moved closer, looming over her. "Don't play games with me, Sarah. Half the pack saw it."
She rose gracefully, a smile playing at her lips as she stepped toward me. "You're so tense, Ryan." Her fingers traced a path up my chest. "Remember how I used to help with that?"
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