Fury flashed in Dominic’s eyes as he stepped forward, every muscle in his body coiled like he was about to hit Noah. But he froze, his fist clenching hard at his side.

He opened his mouth to speak, then snapped it shut. I could tell he wanted to say something but was holding himself back. Instead, he turned around and walked away.

I faced Noah. "Go back to the pack quarters. I will handle this."

"What are you going to do?" He asked, panic lacing his voice.

"I don’t know, but I’ll ...