Dice's Point of View
When Peyton got the call to say the car had exploded, he was no longer fit to be in charge of his body. His knees buckled, and he fell to the floor. His broken body slumped in a way that must have been uncomfortable, but he didn't care. He felt nothing. The love of his life was dead.
It was easy to push through the barrier that separated the beast from the human. Usually it took everything I had, like bashing my body up against a brick wall. But not now. Now it was easy. He didn't even fight me.
I knew our mate wasn't dead. She was alive and well enough for me to feel my bond with Vae. The feeling was muted, so Peyton may not have been able to detect it, but if he'd just listened to me, he wouldn't be going through hell right now. But no amount of snarling
