A Stolen Fate
"I... well, that's certainly... Alpha Yuri Donovitch, please join Luna Rhea in the center!"
Yuri steps forward with a grace that makes me want to tear him apart limb by limb. His face is carefully neutral, but I catch the slight upward tilt at the corner of his mouth like satisfaction, maybe even triumph. He takes his place beside Rhea, and something passes between them, a look of understanding that twists my gut into knots.
My wolf is in a frenzy now, clawing at my insides, demanding I reclaim what's mine. I dig my nails into my palms, feeling the sharp sting as they break skin. Control. I need control.