~ CASIMIR ~
Cayn's eyes widened. He was rigid, his body bowed away from me, but held upright by my grip on his lapels.
I snarled in his face, the power swirling around me and through me and lashing him like a whip. I didn't hear the other wolves, didn't see them, didn't know anything except that my mate was under threat and my authority was being challenged, and suddenly everything in me wanted to fight.
Everything.
My wolf snapped and threw itself against the cage of my ribs.
My power swelled and crashed, driving me to unleash- I held it back by my fingernails.
And around me the air darkened, thickened, threatening to suffocate anyone who would question me.
Take him. Kill him. Show them. Win.
Win.
Win.
The elders and their mates whimpered and shrank back, but Cayn couldn't move. I held him in an iron grip.
Prove worth.
Prove dominance.
Prove the value of your mate…
