Hayden POV
The vampires emerged through the tree line. One of them had a bloodied and beaten woman thrown over their shoulder, the smell of blood and fear mixed with Jasmine and spearmint. He dropped his cargo on the floor, a brown bag over her head, blood covering her torn dress that looked more like rags, and her hands and feet tied with rope. She didn’t have shoes on and her feet were full of mud, cuts, and blood.
Blind rage seized me, bursting out of every pore in my body.
I couldn’t have stopped myself even if I tried. My wolf was now in full control seeing our mate in this condition. I flew at the group of vampires, grabbing the one who had dropped my mate, the light of my life, onto the floor like a sack of potatoes, by his neck and lifting him off the floor. I squeezed tightly
