Dylan’s p.o.v.
Chloe’s smirk faded as she took in the bloodbath around us, the bodies, and blood pooling across the stone floor with a metallic scent in the air.
Her fingers curled slightly against my chest, as if she could still feel the violent energy pulsing through me, however, she didn’t look afraid, she looked concerned.
“Dylan…” she called.
Upon hearing that, I stepped back before she could say anything else, dragging a hand through my hair, my heart still hammering against my ribs, my wolf clawing beneath my skin as if I had lost it.
Meanwhile, I had come close to losing myself completely and I knew she saw it and it should bother me more than it did.
But all I could focus on was the way she had stood her ground and had fought her own way out when the bastards tried to take h
