The air in the pack house was thick and heavy, like before a big storm. But this storm was not of rain and wind. It was of deep pain and sharp anger.
Then, I heard it. A deep growl, shaking the very ground beneath my feet. Alex. He was here. He burst through the front doors. His eyes were not their usual calm blue. They were dark, stormy, full of fire. His wolf, wild and hurting, was close to the surface. He saw me. His eyes locked on mine, sharp as blades.
"Griffin" His voice was a roar, not a greeting. It was full of pain, like a wounded animal. He walked fast each step was heavy with anger. His face was hard, a mask of pure fury. He came straight for me, not looking at anyone else.
I took a deep breath. I knew this was coming. I knew he would blame me. "Alex," I said. My voice was l
