Kieran’s POV
Monday The Rogue Attack
Blood sprayed like ink in water as my claws sank into the last rogue’s spine. I was barely holding on to my sanity. Brutus had taken the reins halfway through the fight, and I hadn’t tried to stop him. I wanted to lose control. I wanted to be feral. Because every second spent here was another second away from my woman.
“We were hit,” Brutus growled inside me.
My heart slammed. “What?”
“Silver arrow. Upper calf. Didn’t go clean through. Still lodged in.”
That made me snap. My wolf and I fused into a perfect storm of rage.
Where the f**k did it come from?
“Northeast. Hidden ridge.”
I turned and shot off like lightning toward the source, tearing through brush and bramble, bloodied and foaming at the mouth.
But when I got there… I stopped cold.
F
