Gavin
The second someone knocked me off Taryn, my vision went red.
Who the hell did he think he was?
I rolled to my feet, claws extended, and Arrax surged forward with a snarl so loud it echoed through the trees. My wolf burned in my blood, fire and fury and a craving for violence. I lunged at the man before me. I barely recognized him as a warrior from my old pack. Jax.
He dodged, barely.
“You should’ve stayed out of this,” I spat, circling him. “This isn’t your fight.”
“I think it is,” Jax said calmly, eyes sharp, body already shifting into a fighting stance. “You’re not the man she loved. Hell, you’re barely a man anymore.”
I snarled and struck.
He ducked, twisting sideways, and slammed his elbow into my ribs. I stumbled. The pain barely registered—my mind was a furnace of rage
