Alexander froze mid-motion. His knuckles trembled inches from her shoulder.
For a heartbeat, no one moved. The only sound was Alexander’s heavy breathing and Sage’s panicked heartbeat pounding in her chest.
Alexander’s eyes shifted to her... wild, glowing faintly gold and crimson at the edges, the wolf in him straining against his control. Seeing Sage there, Faye’s twin sister, stopped him cold.
He took a sharp step back, running a hand over his face as if trying to push the rage down by force. “Damn it…” he muttered, his voice cracking under the weight of anger and guilt.
Sage swallowed hard, still shaken. “You can’t just come in here and start throwing punches, Alexander—”
“Don’t tell me what I can’t do!” he snapped before catching himself. He looked at her again, softer this time,
