Rhea POV
My jaw locked tightly as I tasted blood, but I bit harder, feeling his bone strain under the force of my bite. A raw scream ripped out of his throat as he tried to push back, but I didn't let him.
"Get her off!" Someone yelled.
In a trice, the guards were behind me.
One of them grabbed me, trying to pull me back, but I held on, my body shaking with rage. My wolf howled with savage joy, urging me to keep going, to hurt him the way he hurt me, to rip his hand off.
I endured the beatings and clenched my jaw around his arm, thrashing, kicking, elbowing and fighting blindly as chaos exploded around us.
The guards stumbled back as I broke free from their hold and turned all my focus to the boy whose hands I still had clamped tightly between my jaw. His screams only got louder, so
