Erick
I couldn't lose her again.
I wouldn't.
My wolf was paced within, the sound echoed through my mind, a deep, guttural rumble that scraped against the edges of my restraint.
I could feel his claws pressing from within, threatening to break through my skin as my gaze locked on the man standing across from me.
Max.
Every instinct in me screamed to tear him apart for coming so close to Sophia.
For daring to speak to her. For thinking even for a second that he had the right to touch what was mine.
But I couldn’t.
Not now.
Not when Sophia was standing between us, her expression uncertain, her hand still caught in mine, the only thing keeping me from snapping.
“Sophia, can I have a word?” Max asked.
His tone was calm, but I didn’t miss the edge beneath it, the quiet challenge.
