Marco watches helplessly as Lowell takes Nana out the door. His body screams in pain, but rage overpowers it. He grits his teeth, forcing himself to move. Blood drips from his temple, but it’s already healing, his wolf pushing through the pain. His fingers curl into fists against the cold ground.
“f*****g bastard!” he spits, struggling to his knees. “I’ve been hunting your ass through heaven and hell, and you f*****g walk into my territory on your own? And I still can’t f*****g catch you?”
He drags in a breath, pressing his palm to his throbbing skull. The humiliation burns hotter than the pain.
“We noticed the Lycan Prince’s trace in the pack, Alpha,” Stephen’s voice breaks through his thoughts. A mind-link.
Marco’s jaw clenches. “You incompetent piece of s**t! The bastard isn’t just
