Zeph's POV
I'm furious as hell. It's been so long since I felt this way but right now, I could f*****g break everything around me and not feel a single ounce of regret. The rage is bubbling under my skin like lava, threatening to explode at any moment. I'm glad Kestrel left the pack house when she did because I don't want her seeing me like this. I don't want her witnessing what happens when I lose control.
My wolf is pacing inside me, snarling and snapping, demanding blood. Demanding revenge.
"We should hunt," he growls in my mind. "Find them. Kill them all."
He's not wrong. But I can't let him take over right now. Not when there's so much at stake.
I didn't plan to go back to Hornwell Pack, hell no. I was still trying to protect Kestrel who might go feral at any time and expose her
