RHETT
The car ride is silent, but the air inside the cabin is screaming, vibrating with the scent of her fear and the metallic tang of the blood I didn't scrub off my skin well enough, and every time I glance at Nola, my heart hammers against my ribs like a trapped animal, because seeing that stray lunge for her in the park triggered a part of me I usually keep locked behind iron bars and ancient promises.
She’s looking at me with those wide, searching eyes, and I know she’s starting to see the cracks in the mask, the way my hands are trembling not from fear, but from the residual rush of the kill, because the Alpha in me is still pacing the floors of my mind, howling for her safety, demanding I mark her so clearly that no other beast would ever dare to look her way.
"Rhett, you're driv
