Caesar's POV
I stormed out of the hotel, my strides cutting through the night air like a blade. My wolf, Olsen, seethed beneath my skin, urging me to return and claim what was ours.
Hawkins caught up quickly, his voice carrying a hint of amusement. "You seemed pretty calm up there. What's got you so riled up now?"
"Shut it," I growled, the words coming out like ice.
Hawkins sighed dramatically, clearly trying to provoke me. "You know, little Viya is something else. You step in to defend her honor, and she throws you under the bus because she's worried Lucius might be caught in the middle. Who knew she was such a lovesick puppy?"
I stopped abruptly, turning to give him a glacial stare. "Are you done?"
"Not quite," Hawkins replied, but his expression softened. He knew me
