Torin’s pov
I chased Raelyn’s scent with my gamma and soldiers followed behind me in their car. It took us almost half an hour, half an hour in which I imagined every scenario of what that bastard could have done to my mate, until we found Dylan’s car.
The sight of the car, the doors still open, filled me with dread, but it was the scent of Raelyn’s blood that spurred me to action. The blood had dried, so it would have been a while since they were there.
But I had to keep hope that my mate was still alive.
I knew Dylan wasn’t right for Raelyn, but to see this…
Ruth said he was dangerous, so what had Raelyn told her? I just assumed Raelyn was in an unhappy marriage and maybe that he wasn’t as nice to her as he should have been. But this?
I had no time to dwell on it, though. Instead,
