Chapitre 95: Inner Circle Of The Pack

'Should have taken her head!' Donovan's wolf snarled within him, its rage evident. 'How dare she speak so low of our mate?! Let the curse consume her so we can be the ones to finish her first!'

The growl echoed through Donovan's mind, and he could feel the feral snarl reverberate in his chest. Wolves, especially Alpha wolves, could never bear the sight of their mate being belittled by others.

Such insult cut deeper than any blade, and Donovan's wolf was prepared to spill blood in order to restore honor. For a fleeting moment, the darkness of his curse called to him, tempting him to give in, just long enough to silence the loudmouth that dared defile his mate's name. But he wouldn't make the mistake of satisfying his curse's bloodlusted desires.