"Don't tell me to fucking calm down! I'll rip your throat out." His teeth snapped, he snarled and spat and fought against Kian. It was so difficult, to look down on him and actually do it, to actually kill him like he wanted to. He was desperate to end him but still deeply in love - how was that fair?

None of it was fair. Werewolves weren't fair. His eyes, a stormy dark colour, started to turn back to normal as he kept panting heavily, snapping in vain.

How could he call him by his name like that? He shook off Kian's touch and fumbled back, falling off him and shuffling away as he stared at Kian, furious and miserable. "Leave."