57. Cyrus

I can’t believe Raze has won. I was so close. Thought I knew exactly what to do, chasing that little bubbling feeling in my stomach at the idea of finally triumphing over the smug bastard.

After shifting, my wolf had swiftly chased down and flung around the bodies of his three idiots. They weren’t even a challenge. The night I tore apart Chase’s friends it was at least an exertion.

After chasing the final one down the corridor and ripping his head clean off, there was silence. I silently padded down every corridor, searching for Raze.

He hadn’t charged in with the others, and it drove me to distraction.

I let out a deafening howl. I wanted him to know I’d obliterated his men. He could send the whole fucking pack down after me and I would take them on. The man I wanted was hiding like a coward.

Reluctantly I shifted back to human. I needed a clear head combined with the ability to get through normal sized doors if I was going to track the fucker down.

Returning to my room, I