Dax’s POV
I saw red.
The second I spotted her with him, my vision tunneled. Elena. Standing too close. His hand brushing her face. His eyes locked on her like he had a right.
And then—worse. From where I stood, it looked like she leaned in. Like she kissed him.
She allowed another man to kiss her.
A snarl ripped out of me before I could stop it, the kind that shook the ground and silenced every human within earshot. My wolf clawed at my chest, demanding blood.
Dennis.
Of all people.
I stormed forward, my strides eating the sand. People scattered out of my way. Elena’s eyes widened, guilt flashing across her face, though she tried to mask it.
My voice came out rough, dangerous. “Get. Away. From. Her.”
Dennis turned, calm as ever, like my fury was nothing but
