He climbed the stairs quickly, hoping his anger would ease even slightly, but it only burned hotter with each step. Calm down… think clearly… he tried to tell himself, yet the image of betrayal and defiance kept fueling his rage.
Lunara, half-dressed, looked up and smiled mischievously as if nothing was wrong. The sight of that forced, almost mocking smile snapped something in him. She still thinks this is a game… the thought hit like a spark in dry wood.
"Look who finally showed up… Moon Prince Brandon."
Lunara's smirk deepened. "I knew you'd come crawling back eventually…"
The slap came before thought caught up. His wolf surged forward instantly—restless, furious, and dangerously close to taking over.
She disrespected us.
The growl echoed in his mind, darker than his own thoughts.
Brandon clenched his jaw. Not here… not like this, he warned himself, though the control was already slipping.
