8. I Will Kill You (Clay POV)

After dropping Lexi off, I gripped the steering wheel hard, feeling the leather indent beneath my fingers. I was fuming, not just at Luke, but at myself, for cutting the night short after she took the chance and left the party with me.

The air in the car was thick with tension, the remnant of emotions held at bay. My wolf was agitated, scratching at the inner walls of my consciousness, begging to be let loose. I knew I had to get away from Lexi before I did something that would be difficult to explain, especially since she was still in the dark about my true nature.

And then there was Luke. Watching him in that club tonight, high and reckless, I could feel that something was dangerously off in my gut. He was spiraling, but into what? That was the gnawing question. My instincts screamed that it was more than just the drugs.

He's always had a penchant for self-destruction, but this felt different, more sinister in a way I couldn't yet pinpoint. It was as if he were not just playing wi