He wanted to finish the fight. And I could see it too. Kane with a bloodied muzzle standing over Shane’s limp body as his eyes turned glassy, and his blood soaked into the sawdust-covered floors while I tried fruitlessly to stabilize him and put his intestines back into his body.
Yeah, no. I wasn’t signing on for that. I’d felt no connection whatsoever to Shane, so this fight was utterly pointless, and killing a shifter over it was beyond comprehension.
I held fast against Kane’s command, even though my legs wanted to run straight for the barn doors, and not stop until I hit my sweet, sweet Texan home turf. I leveled a glare on each of them, making very dangerous eye contact in the process.
“There is no reason to fight like this. I’m fine, and I’m right here. Both of you need to shift b
