Jared
Blood streams in my eyes as I blunder toward the cage door. A hand lands on me and I snap around, driving my fist into my opponent’s face. He drops. The crowd hollers louder, faces pressing against the chain links. Beyond them, a flash of red hair—Angelina. She’s in a shifter’s arms, her small hands pushing at the tattooed brute. He laughs and lifts her easily, ignoring her angry cry.
A roar surges from my body.
My opponent staggers up and weaves toward me and I kick him so hard in the gut, his body flies to hit the opposite wall of the cage. I hit my side of the cage, razor claws shooting from my fingers. I don’t think. I grab the links and pull, parting the metal. A few more tugs and I’m free. “Angelina!”
Shocked faces rise around me and fall away as I tear across the space, ha
