T.J. POV
Watching the door to the Alpha’s office blow clean off its hinges and go flying across the room, he knew it was going to be Jo-anne and Clova in a fully pissed-off rage about to enter the room. It did not surprise him that her eyes were glowing pure silver either.
To see those eyes turned on him for even a moment, he knew he was no match for her in this mode. Not likely there would be many that could bring a fully ticked off Jo-Jo and Clova down; loved how she was really becoming her true self.
They were able to protect themselves now, he well imagined, he’d felt not too long ago that someone was hurting her, pulling on her hair, had refused to get up and go help her, knew deep down she could handle it herself, wanted her too. Needed her too.
She didn’t want him to be her pro
