Maxson’s breathing was ragged. His vision has tunneled to this one person in front of him. The one he was punching to the ground. God knows where he summoned the extraordinary strength to physically overcome an Alpha. The air around him was thick with tension and anger. Red blood decorated the peripheral of his vision. He didn’t care where it came from and how it came to be. All he could hear was her voice ringing in his ears, pleading for someone to stop.
He had watched her leave the hall while Bree was talking to him. He thought she needed some time to adjust herself to this sort of environment so he didn’t stop her. But she didn’t come back and soon, a loud crashing sound thundered outside the museum. He was concerned and wanted to check on her. But Bree was pushed by another woman who
