~ TARKYN ~
Zev stabbed a finger towards the ground. "I want to fight power that would take everything from me!"
Tarkyn let those words hang in the air for a moment so Zev could hear them over and over. Then he nodded. "I understand."
"You don't have a fucking clue."
Tarkyn took the two, quick strides that would bring him toe-to-toe with the wolf. "I can count in days the time since my mate was almost taken from me," he snarled. "A person I knew and trusted had thrown herself headlong into fear and threatened to tear us apart. The mate I have waited my entire life to find. The only mate I will ever receive. The answer to all my prayers—for decades… I'd barely gotten my arms around her and she was pulled away from me."
They stared at each other, both glaring, but Tarkyn took hold of himself. He wouldn't vent rage on this pup. He would teach him.
"You know… if you were my son, do you know what I would have shown you?"
