Clara’s POV
“Put me down!”
I pounded my fists against his back but it was useless. Darius carried me over his shoulder like I weighed nothing. His arm was tight around my thighs, holding me in place.
“Darius!” I kicked my legs and tried to twist free. His voice came rough and deep. “I can. And I will.”
The main doors of the infirmary slammed open as he pushed through them. Cold air hit my skin. His boots were heavy against the dirt path.
“You can’t just—”
He slapped my ass hard. I gasped. “I can. Stop fighting.”
I didn’t stop. I kept struggling but he was too strong. His wolf was close now. I could feel it in the way his body moved, in the low growl rumbling through his chest.
The Pack House came into view. My heart was racing. I was furious but something hot and wild was building
