(Kieran POV)
The wolf erupted beneath my skin with fury so pure it felt like swallowing fire. Every instinct I possessed screamed for immediate violence—tear out this messenger's throat, scatter his remains across ancient stones as warning to anyone else who might consider similar threats.
But killing envoys under flags of truce was the kind of behavior that started wars no one could win, that destroyed the delicate balance of supernatural politics through actions that couldn't be taken back. Even if every fiber of my being demanded blood in payment for the casual way this creature had spoken of taking my mate.
My hands began to shake with the effort of holding human form. Bones ached with pressure of transformation held back through sheer force of will, muscles bulging as supernatural
