Caleb's voice echoed through my office, each word dripping with controlled fury. He paced back and forth, his agitation palpable. When his gaze met mine, there was a burning intensity that spoke volumes. "Don't worry," he assured, the words coming out as a measured promise. "I used my gun. I couldn't possibly let my wolf out in a hospital. If I could, I would have shredded him apart with my claws."
“And, again, don't worry. She's alright. I've arranged for security around her. For the night, no one could visit her. Her mother is staying with her over the night. Besides, she'll be discharged from the hospital first thing tomorrow morning,” I hadn't even needed to ask. He could read the concern etched across my face. The news of Jade's attack had struck me hard. It ignited a fire within me
