Draven's pov

I took a slow drag from the lit cigar, hoping it would calm me down, but it only made things worse.

The smoke burned my throat and filled my chest, making the anger inside me grow even stronger.

“Fuck!” I shouted, my voice echoing through the study. My chest rose and fell too fast, each breath sharp and heavy, too wild for any man or wolf to control.

I couldn’t go out for a walk or do anything at all. Every part of me felt weighed down with hate for myself. I had broken ...