After Carlisle lost control and went completely feral, there was no longer any line between ally and enemy in his mind. Anything that moved became a target. His blood-red eyes burned with a single image, fixed and unchanging. Victoria.
At the same time, Roque’s massive body tore through the forest with unstoppable force. In the middle of his charge, he slammed straight into a thick tree, the impact splitting the trunk with a sharp, cracking sound that echoed through the woods. The tree groaned as it gave way and slowly began to fall, but Roque did not slow down. If anything, he pushed harder, driving himself forward with even greater speed as branches snapped and leaves scattered in his wake.
Then it hit him. The scent of his Beta.
A low growl rose from deep within his chest, dark and d
