Chapter 9
A roar of rage exploded from Mundo’s damaged chest. The agony doubled up, but it was what he needed to feel. The pain grounded him, helped him stay focused, awake.
As his clan helped him to his feet, shuffling him inside the shop, he yelled, “Where’s Christie?”
Hank’s tone was grim. “They took her.”
“Who the f**k is they?” he gasped, as they managed to carry him into the back. It wasn’t ideal, but the space was large enough to shift.
He had no choice but to shift, even though it would cause a s**t storm in a tea cup. The bear knew his mate had been stolen, but the bear had to come out to play if Mundo was to stave off the bullet wound to his chest. Throw in the agony of shifting when he was injured, grievously so, and the creature was going to be pissed—with a capital P.
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