Micah’s POV
The glass of whiskey crushes between my fingers as I watch the news. Blood trickles down my knuckles but I barely feel it.
My wolf is at the surface and I can feel it fighting to get out. Red blankets my eyes and rage envelopes me.
I don’t know what I am more furious at.
The fact that Jeremy thought he could get close to my wife or that the media thinks they can sling dirt at her.
Restraining myself, I clutch the phone and bring it to my ear.
“Colin. In my office. Now.” My words end in a growl and I slam it back down.
Colin comes into my room, wearing a wary expression. His eyes narrow at my bloody hands but he holds his usual smartass comments. He knows now is not the time.
“What do you need from me?” He asks, ready to spring to action.
“I want you to kill as many
