***Zander***
The moment we pulled up into the driveway of the pack house, I opened the door of the car and went straight up to my room. I slammed my room door open with force and walked over to my display unit, pushing it over in frustration. My blood was boiling from what I had walked into; I was taking out my anger on my furniture. Everything I got my hands on was broken immediately as I saw red.
My wolf was also fuming with anger that another male had claimed what was ours. I didn’t know what to do. When we were in that café, I wanted nothing more than to tear the head off of every male that dared to look at our mate. Especially that male who clearly smelled like a bloodsucker. If it wasn’t for the prying eyes of humans, I would have just reached over that counter and brought my mate
