KAI’S POV

The second he opened his filthy mouth to speak gibberish, I should have punched him.

No, seriously. If there was ever a time to throw fists instead of words, it was now. Because standing in the middle of the training field, surrounded by the rest of my pack—emphasis on my pack—and hearing Jared sneer, “Maybe Selena needs a real mate,” made my fingers fold into a ball and my wolf snapped his teeth like he was seconds away from taking over.

But I didn’t punch him despite ...