Ava's POV
Something inside me snapped. It was not just anger or pride, but something deeper and primal.
My hand curled into a fist, and I felt it instantly… the sting of glass biting deeper into my palm. Blood welled up, rich and hot, the scent thick in the air.
My wolf surged forward, feeding on my anger, urging me to let go, to tear him apart.
“Watch your mouth…” Richard started, his voice laced with a warning growl, but I was already moving.
I moved too fast, grabbing the nearest beer bottle, slamming it hard against the table. The crack echoed like a gunshot, and the scent of alcohol burst into the air.
The bottle now had jagged edges. Perfect… just the way I wanted it.
I raised it, my arm steady, my gaze locking onto Justin. I let my wolf bleed into my eyes, glowing fiercely.
