Evander's POV
Her head turned sharply away from me, chin lifted in stubborn defiance. She refused my command as if I was no one.
That tiny act—it shouldn't have mattered, it shouldn't have meant anything—but it set fire to my temper instantly. I hated disobedience. Hated it more than anything. My entire life, my pack, my authority—everything was built on one principle: when I gave an order, it was obeyed. No questions. No hesitation.
And here she was, a blind, wounded human, daring to ignore me.
My wolf growled, low and guttural, rattling inside my chest like thunder. His anger fused with mine, spiking hot and fast. He was already pacing, ready to rip the defiance out of her with claws if I allowed it.
