#Chapter 169: Stubborn

Nicholas I paced the length of my office relentlessly, practically wearing a path in the carpet beneath me. My mind raced with images of Kayla—her bruised throat, her pale face as she lay unconscious in my arms. The memory almost made me sick, causing my wolf to claw at the inside of my chest. Jade had found her laying on the bathroom floor, surrounded by shattered glass. She’d said Kayla had taken some kind of witch’s potion to make her wolf emerge. “Would you sit down already? You’re making me dizzy,” Marcus grumbled from the leather armchair in the corner. I shot my Beta a glare but didn’t stop moving. I couldn’t stop. If I stopped, the rage might consume me entirely. “She could have died,” I growled, my hands clenching and unclenching at my sides. “It was bad enough that Liam had—” I couldn’t finish the sentence. The thought of what that fucker did to her three days ago made me want to shift into my wolf form and tear through the walls. Noah lean