Chapter Eleven
Ha’ven cursed as he grabbed his b****y nose. He rolled over and stumbled to his feet. Sending an impatient burst of energy to his nose and bruised ribs, he strode out of the cabin looking both ways.
He had been so focused on what Emma was experiencing he didn’t think about the fact that she was locked in her memories. It was the first time he had really seen a small part of what she had suffered. Uncontrollable rage flared toward the humans who had done this to his mate.
His own power swelled as it sought an outlet for the damage done. His eyes glowed with the suppressed feelings of helplessness and a thirst for justice that he would never be able to give. He knew from the brief conversations that he had with Creon that the man who did this to his mate was dead, but there
