Ivan
I stormed into the packhouse fully dressed, my anger so potent it emitted off me like it was radioactive. It was powerful enough that everyone in my pack, who were already on their knees and exposing their throats because Nefera had come through, nearly collapsed on their hands and knees. Even those who weren't werewolves but were shifters seemed to be struggling against the instinct. As for the witches, everyone but Robert was rubbing their heads like they had a headache. Should I care? No, I didn't give a fuck. All of this was their fault in the first place.
Following my mate's scent to the kitchen, I prepared for round two.
