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210. Control
~ CASIMIR ~
Cayn’s eyes widened. He was rigid, his body bowed away from me, but held upright by my grip on his lapels.
I snarled in his face, the power swirling around me and through me and lashing him like a whip. I didn’t hear the other wolves, didn’t see them, didn’t know anything except that my mate was under threat and my authority was being challenged, and suddenly everything in me wanted to fight.
Everything.
My wolf snapped and threw itself against the cage of my ribs.
My power swelled and crashed, driving me to unleash—I held it back by my fingernails.
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