Finding Her Again

Dean's POV:

The guy looked like he hadn't eaten or slept in days—which, honestly, might've been true. His hair was a mess, his jaw locked so tight I thought his teeth might shatter, and his eyes? Pure feral rage.Yeah, Kane was on the verge of snapping.But who said I didn't have my own shit to deal with?Unlike Kane, I wasn't pacing like a caged animal or throwing maps across the room. I was handling this my way. Which meant drowning myself in whiskey, leaning back in my chair like I didn't have a care in the world, and ignoring the growing storm inside me.But the truth?I was barely holding on.Because the darkness inside me—the very thing I had spent years keeping in check—was festering.Feeding.It took my worry, my frustration, my fury at that bastard Ace for taking my little wolf, and it twisted it into something deeper, darker.And the worst part?I didn't know how much longer I could keep it under control.