By the time I woke, news of my mating bond spread faster than fire, burning through every ear in the pack. Every corner I turned to, there were pack members whispering in hushed tones, with their eyes fixed on me pointedly. The last thing I could remember was flaring up at Ezra, throwing him across the room in blinding rage.
There was only one recurring thought that plagued my mind through it all. Mate. Protect.
After Anya recounted what she could remember from the scene to me, I retreated to the clinic. Elena was still sleeping soundly, eyes twitching momentarily in her slumber.
Though her wrist seemed to have healed where it laid on her lap, I could still see the dried tracks of tears lining her cheeks and my blood began to boil all over again. How dare he hurt her?
I bit hard at
