Hebert's POV
The air in the hallway felt like it had frozen solid.
My eyes locked onto the pale skin of Ashley's neck, the faint trace of Brian's scent lingering there. That damn smell—his smell—felt like a corrosive poison, silently eating away at my sanity.
The wolf inside me was going wild, clawing and tearing at my insides like a caged beast. It was screaming.
Every instinct screamed at me to pin her to the wall, to sink my teeth into her skin and drown out that vile, disgusting mark with my own scent, my own claim.
My hands clenched into fists, nails digging so deep into my palms that sharp pain bloomed, the only thing anchoring me, keeping me from losing control.
I couldn't lose it here.
I couldn't scare her.
Tugging at the knot of my tie, I spun on my heels
