My mind had been distracted all of the day. After seeing Bailey, I had gone to the gym, and took my anger out on the punch bags. But, it had not done what I had needed, not like it usually did. My wolf, Jet, enraged at the sense of distrust from one of his own pack needed to be allowed out. He needed the freedom of space and time to run. He enjoyed the thrill of hunting and taking his anger out on some innocent small prey. Making them suffer because of his wrath.
And today was worse than normal. This warrior boy had truly gotten under both of our skin. I was the next leader. Yet that fool was questioning me and my words. He was questioning the things I was saying. Bailey was a nobody. She had always been, yet some small-time warrior was taking her word over the words of his next Alpha? Th
