Before my foot even lifted, his hand clamped around my arm like a steel vise—hot, unyielding, sending unwanted sparks racing up my skin. My wolf whined and snapped at the contact, torn between fight and that stupid, magnetic pull.
“Come on.” He dragged me toward the house, ignoring my thrashing.
“Let go, you psycho!” I twisted hard, nails digging into his forearm, every muscle burning with rage and that frustrating undercurrent of heat. “You’re gonna pay for this s**t!”
He didn’t even break stride, just hauled me inside as if I weighed nothing.
His scent—dark woods, musk, and raw power—flooded my senses, making my head spin. “Before you curse me out, use that pretty head for a second. What the f**k do you think happens if you fall from up there?”
His eyes were stormy, jaw locked, voi
