Abel
The young beta's fist connected with my jaw during training, and something inside me snapped. Not the punch - that barely registered through the constant agony of the severed bond. It was the audacity. The disrespect. The fact that this whelp dared to land a hit on his king.
I was on him before anyone could react, my hands around his throat, squeezing. His eyes bulged with terror as my wolf surged forward, demanding blood for the insult. Somewhere in the distance, I heard shouting, felt hands trying to pull me off, but all I could see was red.
"Abel! ABEL!" Camden's voice finally penetrated the rage. "Let him go! You're killing him!"
It took three alphas to drag me away from the gasping beta. When the haze cleared, I saw the horror in everyone's eyes. Pack warriors who'd followed
