Caesar’s POV
I could smell the fear and violence in the air before I even entered the building. My wolf was already snarling beneath my skin, claws itching to break free. But nothing prepared me for what I saw when I stepped into that dingy room.
My mate—my Sylvia—stood surrounded by human filth, her clothes torn and a trickle of blood at the corner of her mouth.
Something primal and savage broke loose inside me. My vision edged with crimson as the predator within me rose to the surface. Three years I'd watched her from afar, respected her choice to pursue that unworthy Stoneclaw Alpha. Three years of holding back the claiming urge that had nearly driven me mad since the moment I first caught her scent.
But this? This was unforgivable.
I caught Sylvia's eyes first, sending
