The door slammed against the wall.

Damien stood there, his eyes already dark, his wolf close to the surface. He didn’t look at Ivy first. His glare was fixed on Cassien, sharp enough to cut.

And then, the room, to the naked girl's who had stopped when he had entered. And back at Cassien but now much darker.

Before Ivy could even move, Damien had crossed the room. He grabbed Cassien by the collar and slammed him hard to the floor, his elbow tight on Cassien's neck, slowly tightening it by ...