Rayder's fist had barely reached the door when it opened abruptly. Paulo, the beta, filled the entire doorway like a wall of flesh and authority. His gaze was firm, cold, decided.

"Go home, Rayder. Luara's already asleep."

Rayder's jaw locked so tight a dry crack echoed inside his own head. The urge to raise his fist, to shove the man aside, to force his way through… was there, intact, burning.

His wolf lunged against the bars of self-control, roaring to get ...