Bruce's POV

I made it three blocks before the fury overtook my thoughts and I shifted without caring who might see. The wolf tore through London streets until I reached home and then I destroyed my office.

Papers flew everywhere as I swept them off the desk in one violent motion. The desk itself fell with a crash that shook the floor. Everything I could break got broken and the sound of shattering glass felt satisfying.

Margaret found me sitting in the wreckage twenty minutes later with my ...