Nixon's POV
Blood.
The scent of it filled the night air.
Fresh.
Hot.
Every drop only made the monster inside me hungrier.
The rogue camp burned.
Flames climbed into the darkness as warriors from our pack tore through the outer defenses. Screams echoed from every direction.
But I barely heard them.
I wasn't here for victory.
I wasn't here for glory.
I wasn't here for the pack.
I was here for one thing.
Talia.
My mate.
The bond burned like molten iron beneath my skin.
Alive.
Weak.
Frightened.
Somewhere ahead.
And every second she remained in enemy hands made my wolf more unstable.
"Beta!"
Someone shouted behind me.
I ignored it.
A rogue charged from my left.
I caught him by the throat.
His eyes widened.
Then I slammed him into the ground so hard the earth cracked b
