CILLIAN
Goddamn it.
My mind raged war with my brain, needing to satiate every drop of anger. On the one hand, I wanted to annihilate this female and wipe away her existence for tormenting me to no end, and on the other hand, I wanted to rut into her with the urge of the animal housed inside me.
My fists balled at the sides, my temper too visible to hide and barely restrained.
“Kiera, put on the f*****g robe,” I gritted, grinding my jaw.
She needed to step back and keep her distance.
My anger wasn’t healthy, and the need for my wolf was growing ferocious. The combination was as lethal as it gets.
“No, you have to answer me first,” she demanded, shaking her head as the wet strands licked and wiped against her cheeks. f**k. She looked ravenous. “Why do I have eight stripes on my
