(Kieran POV)
"Get out," I said finally, stepping back from Marcus's prone form with disgust that was only partially feigned. "All of you. And spread the word—anyone else who thinks my houseguest is an appropriate subject for midnight investigations will discover that exile is a kindness compared to what I consider appropriate punishment."
The wolves fled with the haste of creatures who understood they'd witnessed something that would reshape pack dynamics for months to come. Marcus shifted back to human form just long enough to grab his scattered clothes before disappearing into the corridor with his tail metaphorically between his legs.
I stood alone in my study, surrounded by the lingering scents of fear and submission, and tried to convince myself that what I'd just done was necessar
