Alpha Torin’s phone rang relentlessly but he didn’t pick. He was too consumed by the sparring session he was having with Beta Caleb and other pack members.
It was either this or he was storming away to fetch out a particular person that he hadn’t decided what to do with. Every blow and strike he made was a scream he couldn’t let out.
Beta Caleb caught the next swing with a staff, grunting from the impact but holding ground. “You’re in a mood,” he muttered, breathless.
But Alpha Torin didn’t answer. He came at him again and the fight training got more intense.
Other pack members had long since stepped aside, giving them space. No one dared interfere. It wasn’t a sparring match anymore. It was an exorcism.
Caleb finally ducked out of reach, wiping blood from his lip where the Alpha had
