CLAUDE
His expression twisted, and his facade broke even though there was still a tinge of fear there.
"You were an easy target," he said, his voice flat. "You shouldn't trust people so easily, Tate. That's on you."
The words hit harder than they should have, and my vision blurred with rage.
I grabbed him by the throat, lifting him off the ground, my claws digging into his skin.
"You think that excuses what you did?" I growled, my voice shaking with barely-contained anger. "You think that justifies selling me out to be f****d by a stranger?"
He gasped, his hands clawing at my wrist as I pressed him harder against the wall.
"I should kill you for what you did," I snarled, my wolf clawing at the edges of my skin, begging for control. The thought of ripping him apart, o
