Elara's POV
I took Tyler's phone with a small frown.
The screen showed a live security feed.
A Rogue with wild, unfocused eyes had a knife pressed against Seraphina's throat. She was still in her hospital gown, and the only thing keeping him from dragging her out was a wall of healers and nurses blocking the door. His wolf eyes burned red. His voice was barely human.
"Get back. All of you. She's my mate. I'm taking my mate home to mark her."
Seraphina was sobbing so hard her whole face had collapsed — mascara streaking down her cheeks, nose running, every trace of composure completely gone.
Mrs. Thorne had folded onto the floor, shrieking at the Rogue not to hurt her daughter.
The screaming only made him worse.
"Move or I'll end it right here. We'll go to the Moon Goddess together.
