Ethan

I barely made it to the tree line before shifting.

The change ripped through me violently as my wolf respond to the rage boiling in my veins. Bones cracked and reformed, skin giving way to fur, my senses sharpening as the animal took over.

And then I ran not caring where I was going, just needing to move and destroy something, to unleash the fury threatening to consume me whole.

She was back.

That pathetic, weak omega had somehow convinced Tristan to take her back. And worse, so much ...