Rhyne knew better than to make a foolish move.
He could see it in Donovan's violet eyes, the quiet dare, the hunger for provocation, and that only grated his nerves. The Alpha wanted him to rise to the bait, to take the challenge laid bare between them, and for a moment, he almost did. His pride flared, and his fist clenched. But then, something primal tugged at him. A warning.
His instincts whispered what his ego refused to hear, and that was the fact that he had no choice but to back off. This was not the time for violence– not now.
Even his wolf, who should have been eager to bare its teeth at him, stayed silent within him. His wolf was unwilling to face such a deadly man, and Rhyne knew better than to act on his self-centered wishes.
