THORNE’S POV
I was sitting three rows behind Maren, close enough for her scent to hit me in waves, but far enough away that the law prevented me from ripping the head off the pup sitting next to her.
My fingers sank into the leather of the armrest, tearing the material inch by inch while my eyes were fixed on the back of Maren’s neck and on that pup’s arm which was draped around her neck with a familiarity that made me want to flay his skin.
Fenris, my wolf, was crouched in my gut, letting out a low growl until finally the movie ended and the lights came up gradually, but I stayed motionless, sunk into the seat while Maren’s group of friends began to get up.
"Go after her, you i***t!" my wolf roared at me with a ferocity that shrouded my senses.
But I didn't even answer him; I just st
