Kieran's POV,
“Move, damn you, or I’ll rip off your throat myself,” I growled under my breath, my voice hissing as I pressed against the Blood Fang castle’s outer wall. The cold stone was biting into my palms as I kept my restless eyes locked on the nearby guard.
The guard was standing yards away from me, his spear glinting under a torch’s flicker as he moved leisurely. My wolf snarled within my mind, its patience growing thin after waiting so long. My heart was pulsing like a drum, urging me to move forward and snap that stupid guard’s head in a swift blow. But somehow I managed to keep myself from acting foolishly.
The Blood Fang Pack’s security was very tight, with routine patrols circling like wolves on a hunt. But I had managed to break that security tonight to reach here, masking
