Calvin's POV
I placed my sons gently on the bed, carefully pulling the covers over them. Their eyes fluttered open briefly.
"Dad..." they murmured sleepily.
"Dad's here," I assured them, my voice automatically softening in a way it did only for them.
Seeing me, they drifted back to sleep instantly. I watched them for a moment, Cyra's protective instincts surging through me. My wolf had always been fiercely protective of our pups, even when I'd been too consumed with work and pack politics to show it properly.
I headed to the bathroom for a cold shower, needing to clear my head. The alcohol wasn't affecting me anymore. A wolf's metabolism burns through it quickly, but the cold water helped dull the rage still coursing through my veins.
The way she trembled under my touch
