Alexander’s POV
It took exactly four minutes to wash the physical evidence of my madness off my hands, but scrubbing the stain from my soul was impossible.
I stood in front of the mirror in another bathroom in the guest hall, water dripping from my face, staring at a man who was rapidly losing his grip on control. My eyes were shifting, flickering from brown amber to a predatory, molten gold that I had to force back with very ounce of will I possessed.
GO BACK, Titus roared in my head as he paced the cage of my mind with a violence that made my vision blur. SHE CALLED FOR US. SHE IS WET. SHE IS READY. GO BACK AND CLAIM!
“Shut up,” I snarled at my reflection and gripped the edges of the marble sink until I heard the stone groan under the pressure.
NO! The Wolf slammed around in my rib
