Lawrence’s POV

The moment my boots hit the ground, the air around me seemed to crackle with energy. My wolf was right there with me, scratching at my chest, ready to tear through anyone who stood in our way. My hands were clenched, and I could feel the muscles in my arms strained with the need for violence.

“You made a mistake coming here,” I growled, my voice a low rumble that held the weight of my anger.

The right-hand man didn’t flinch, just stepped forward, his smug grin never ...