#Chapter 16 Kiss

Caspian’s POV Only Viviane’s voice stops me from racing down the concourse and ripping Ryan away from her like human Velcro. “You’re a good man, you know.” A good man. Exactly the opposite of me. My wolf whines, still wanting to attack the man for putting his hands on our mate. He does not deserve to breathe the same air she does, let alone touch her. Even if Viviane is right, “good” doesn’t mean worthy. I can’t prevent the shift; I’m too far gone. My body fractures and folds: bones snapping, muscles tearing, skin morphing. In seconds a huge gray wolf stands in my spot, eyes glowing in the reflective glass of the dark windows. With every ounce of strength I possess, I turn away from Viviane and Ryan, sprinting away in the opposite direction. Even with my wolf in control, I know engaging Ryan would be a mistake. Viviane already thinks there is no good in me, killing her lover probably wouldn’t help change her mind. I burst from the stadium doors and