Dane's Pov
“DANE! Stop!”
George’s voice sliced through the red fog in my head. Hands clamped onto my shoulders, hard, keeping me from finishing the shift as my wolf tore at my skin, desperate to get out.
“Let me go!” The words came out rough, half a snarl. My teeth were already down, vision burning gold. “She’s out there. She’s hurt. She’s scared. I need to...”
“You need to think.” George shook me once, sharp and deliberate. “Losing your mind won’t save her. You charge in like this, you die. Is that what Freya needs?”
The words barely landed. My wolf was roaring, demanding blood, demanding movement, demanding we hunt down whoever touched our mate and tear them apart.
“Dane.”
That voice calm, heavy, impossible to ignore.
“Look at me. Now.”
The Alpha command in it still worked, even
