Kamrynn’s POV
The hallways blurred past me as I stormed toward his room, my heart pounding like a war drum against my ribs. The whispers of Pack members barely registered in my ears—their hushed tones filled with worry, apprehension, fear.
They should be afraid.
I wasn’t here for peace.
Reaching Calvin’s door, I kicked it open without hesitation. The heavy wooden door slammed against the wall with a loud bang, startling the two men inside.
Calvin and Franklin.
Both turned sharply toward me, but I only saw one person.
Him.
His clothes were still soaked from the rain, the dark fabric clinging to every inch of his body, defining every muscle. His hair dripped with water, strands sticking to his face, shaping it—making him look more rugged, more raw, more—
No.
I crushed the warmth th
