Reed's POV:
Honestly? If you asked me what exactly the kid did to make me this angry, I'd have to say nothing. Absolutely nothing. The problem was the fact that he was with Blaze. My wolf... he hated it. We don't take kindly to the bloodsuckers, especially not when they start sniffing around what's ours. And right now? The kid was... ours. I didn't like it, but my wolf was hell-bent on making it true.
My wolf doesn't like blaze. At all. Hell, it hates him.
And now I'm stuck dealing with the mess. I'm mad as hell, and to make things worse, my wolf is furious. Why? Because the boy—the weak human—was sitting next to Blaze in class. And it's not just about Blaze. It's about the way the damn vampire touched him. That was it. The moment Blaze laid a finger on him, my wolf lost it. It was like a switch flipped, and I couldn't control it.
My wolf, being the raging ball of energy it is, tried to take over, wanted to hunt, wanted to fight. And I had to rein it back in.
