Kyllian took a threatening step toward him.
"Alpha, please! Please, pull yourself together."
Instead of calming down, Kyllian turned to the wall again with that same wild fury in his eyes, the cracked surface of the plaster mocking him. His muscles coiled as if possessed, every vein in his arm straining with the weight of his rage and grief. The wall was an easy target—it didn't talk back, didn't bleed emotions, didn't remind him of her scent on his skin.
But before he could strike again, Talon lunged.
With more courage than sense, the Beta wrapped his arms around the Alpha from behind, locking his fingers together and using every ounce of muscle and desperation he could summon.
"You're not doing this again!" Talon grunted, sweat already pouring down his face. "Your hand looks like a raw steak!"
