The moment Shane heard what had happened to his scared kitten, something inside him snapped.
It wasn’t just rage. It was a wildfire of emotions ripping through his chest—burning hotter than the pain lacing through his healing wounds. His blood boiled. His fists clenched over the sheet as if they were wrapping around the neck of the man who dared to touch her. His heart thundered like a war drum inside his ribs, driven not only by anger but also by fear—for her.
With a grunt, Shane tried to rise from the bed, his muscles straining, sweat breaking across his forehead. But the moment he lifted his torso, a sharp, tearing pain stabbed through his side where the stitches still held his torn flesh together. He hissed through his teeth, a harsh curse ripping from his throat.
“F***,” he growled
