Oliver's POV
I have never felt anger course through my body the way I did when I saw the hunter being dragged out of the cafe by Leo. I wanted to rip out his heart immediately, but I didn't. He needs to suffer for what he has done to my mate, and I will make sure that all those responsible pay with him.
Leo gets in the car's front seat, and I sit in the back with the hunter. My hand held tightly around the hunter's throat.
"I think you can let go of his throat now," Leo says as he glances in the rearview mirror.
"Not a chance," I growl, digging my claws into his neck deeper.
"If you kill him, we won't have a way to get to Harry," Leo tries to reason with me.
I loosen my grip around the hunter's neck, letting my claws slice across his skin as my hand falls to my side.
