Kaius stormed into his room like a volcano on the verge of eruption, his body thrumming with an unbearable, raw tension that coiled around every nerve, his wolf prowling at the edges of his consciousness, dangerously close to snapping.
He didn’t stop to think. He didn’t bother to strip his clothes. He stepped straight into the bathroom, turned the knob with force, and let the icy jets of water crash over him, soaking him instantly, drenching his hair, his shirt, his pants, but he didn’t care. He stood there, fists clenched at his sides, head tilted back as the cold water tried and failed to extinguish the wildfire burning in his veins.
His head was spinning. His thoughts a tangled, chaotic mess.
His control—his iron, unshakable control—was hanging by a thread so thin it could snap at
