Kellen POV:
Titus was livid, shaking, and uncontrollable, teetering on the edge of shifting. His fury was palpable; he craved control and freedom to rip that rogue apart for what he had done.
I couldn't blame him. I too was just a breath away from losing my shit... I tried to focus on Shyla’s lingering scent on my skin, but it drained every ounce of strength. My mind replayed the moment I walked into the clinic and witnessed the raw, unfiltered fear etched on her face. It was a haunting stench. I didn’t know if I’d ever be able to shake, and when I noticed the shattered glass from the vase and that stupid smirk plastered on Andrew's stupid face, all I saw was red.
He touched her... he tried to take her from me.... and for that I would never let it go... "She's Ours," Titus snapped fier
