An Enraged Wolf.

London Pissed?  No, no, no, no. Angry?  Ha! Don't play with me. I gripped the edge of the mahogany table, grounding my teeth so tightly that I wouldn't have been surprised if one broke out due to the force. My fingers dug into the table, ripping through its well-refined wood in seconds. My canines bared themselves as my eyes fought between red and gray. Fuyu was blazing with hot flames of fury. I was struggling to keep him in because if I let him out in our state of rage, it might be an immediate massacre. Everyone present in this fucking room might die, and they knew it. I chuckled darkly, raising my head to peer at my Gamma and Beta, who were afraid. The fact that they weren't whimpering was because of my most sacred rule: warriors stay tough in the face of danger. One whimper from them, and I might fish their brains out. I ran my tongue over my upper teeth, taking a sharp inhale as I lowered my head, my tendrils and escaped locks falling over my face. I stood to my full height of 6'