ATLAS' POV.
I slammed the door so hard that the sound echoed through the entire hall. The force made the frame rattle before it swung back and hit the wall again with a dull thud. My pulse was still racing, my hands clenched tight at my sides.
Ethan came in right after me, closing the door quietly behind him. His calmness only made the storm inside me worse. He didn’t speak right away. I could feel his eyes on me, studying me the way he always did when he thought I was about to lose control.
I paced behind my desk, trying to calm myself, but the anger wouldn’t fade. Not at Willow. Not even at Dark Fang. It was at everything all together.
Finally, Ethan spoke. “So,” he said carefully, “it’s true then?”
I turned to face him, my jaw tight, but I didn’t respond.
Ethan exhaled and rubbed
