Azaire’s POV
“You should have let me bust his head in!” I knocked the ornaments off the fireplace.
“Damn guys that was intense,” Lucas said, throwing himself on the couch.
“I couldn’t do that. That’s war right there,” Richie said.
I gripped the mantel and battled to contain my wolf. He blamed me for letting her go. I should have stayed. I should have fought for her. The thought of her dying in my arms scared me more than being separated though.
She was vulnerable and I should have protected her. I’m not losing another person I love to the Black Claw pack. Not her.
“Relax, bro, we’ll get her back,” Richie said.
“How can I relax? I let her down.”
“What the hell is going on here?” Megan entered the living room.
Francine lingered behind her in a pyjama shirt and shorts, but her brothe
