Sick of my leash, my wolf takes Isiah’s up on his half-finished challenge. He tears free and takes over, shoving me out of control. I snap at any part of Isaiah that he’s too slow to get out of my way. The scent of wildflowers clings to his hands and body, ramping up my fury. He touched her! I howl, and call to my pack. Work together. Destroy the threat. Save our mate.
