Cole's pov
I rushed out without thinking, my instincts flaring as I yanked her back, perhaps with more force than necessary. Aggression surged through me as Scott clawed for control, his presence almost overwhelming. He wasn’t calm—no, he was restless, demanding freedom as if he had sensed something vital to him. The she-wolf froze, her pure white coat trembling beneath me, her terror unmistakable. She looked up, wide-eyed, radiating a fear so potent it sent a thrill through my veins.
Fear. That intoxicating, familiar emotion. The look on their faces when they realized they were helpless—that was my satisfaction. The sharp stab of dread in their gaze, the way they flinched even before I moved, proved that all the brutal training and countless battles weren’t for nothing. It reminded me t
