Martha paled. Her lips parted, and for a second, I thought she wouldn’t answer.
Then, like something inside her finally snapped, she whispered, “Back of my shoulder. Covered by the tattoo.”
Vander’s composure shattered.
He turned and slammed his fist into the wall with such force the sound cracked through the room. The drywall splintered beneath his knuckles. The entire atmosphere shifted—pressure pulsing through the air like a shockwave. I felt it slam into my chest, heavy and nauseating.
Tiffany stumbled slightly beside me, and I instinctively placed a hand on my bump.
“Alpha, please—you need to calm down,” I said gently, grounding myself as the room trembled with the force of his power.
He inhaled sharply and stepped back. His chest rose and fell rapidly, but he reined it in. Bar
