Dax POV
As we push through the heavy steel door, its hinges groaning like a wounded beast, and the interrogation room comes into view Rune goes feral. “Mate,” he howls, clawing at my insides, his voice a primal scream that shakes my core, urging me to rip the chains off her and claim her right here. My breath catches, heart pounding like a war drum, and I clench my fists to keep my composure, my Beta instincts screaming duty while Rune screams mine. A rogue—my mate? The Moon Goddess must be laughing her arse off.
The rogue—Kael, we got that much from her snarl during the fight—sits chained to a steel chair bolted to the floor, her wrists and ankles bound with silver-infused cuffs that sizzle faintly, the acrid scent of burning flesh mixing with her wild, intoxicating aroma of wild honeys
