Soren’s POV
Sharp claws scratched against the insides of a vessel made from flesh. The long nails dug into my heart and discarded the shredded pieces without mercy, the sensation of a thousand glass shards scraping the inside of my lungs and throat. My beast howled and rattled inside its cage.
My wolf was ripping away at my body and demanding we turn back around. I dug my fingers into my friend’s arm and dragged him away from the suite door, the sounds of soft crying echoing through the open doorway. Nothing was making sense.
Even with the tears, Tara had been a beautiful sight, but those tears had ignited my wolf into a righteous blaze of fury. The beast demanded a heart as penance for her sorrow.
The wolf urged me to carve the heart from Kade’s chest and present the still beating
