Lysander'S POV
A howl tore from my throat. My gaze locked with the witch who’d just tossed my mate out the window to plummet to her death. I was going to tear him to pieces, shred him until nothing remained but blood and gore.
With a roar, I finished off one guard by ripping out his throat. His blood spurted across my shirt, then he fell to his knees and crumpled onto the floor. The other Eclipse fucker began to morph. I punched through his half-shifted rib cage and tore out his heart. He collapsed in a puddle of his own innards.
I lunged toward the dark witch as a billow of purple smoke blinded me. My claws scraped through empty air. When the fog cleared, I stood alone in the room. I released a frustrated howl that rattled the glass panes.
Xavier and Kaelen dashed into the room, weap
