KENDRICK POV
A movement. Bushes. Hushed tones.
Storm, my wolf, was already snarling beneath my skin, pacing like a caged beast. The second Kyle had confirmed the rogues had Jonas, I couldn’t f*****g stand still.
The rage that had been simmering inside me since Kat whispered the full truth into my arms last week now boiled, thick and acidic. Jonas. All the things he did inside his pack were just a mere addiction to the pain he was going to suffer before we would allow him to die.
That bastard. That traitor. That worm.
When the stench hit my nostrils—sour, burnt, mixed with blood and earth—I knew they were close.
Jonas was close.
And it would take every ounce of my self-control not to rip his throat out the second I saw him.
But we had to do this smart. Bring him back to our territ
