~ CASIMIR ~
A wave of pungent self-loathing and disgust ripped through me, stealing my breath, my courage, and my sanity. I shuddered, and as Toree raised her ass again and tried to find me, a snarl of pure revulsion tore out of me and echoed around the room.
She froze, her head whipping around to look at me, to identify the threat- did she really not realize? The threat was… the threat always had been me?
And then I realized we were still touching and I almost vomited.
Yanking her off the table by her hair, I threw the startled she-wolf to the ground. "STOP TOUCHING ME!" I roared, threading the words with a touch of compulsion to make utterly certain she wouldn't hesitate, because I wasn't sure I could restrain my wolf from taking her throat if she touched me again.
Disgusting male, Cazz… you're your father's son-
I sucked in sharply as I shifted my weight to follow Toree and make certain she left me.
