Grace
The chains snap.
Stone cracks.
And the beast lunges.
I back myself against the wall, but I don’t scream. I don’t try to run.
I stand my ground as Killian—no longer the man I know, but a monstrous version of him—rushes toward me with a roar that shakes the walls. His claws scrape the stone, his eyes blazing red, his body rippling with unnatural power.
He slams me against the wall, his massive hand pinning me by the throat—not choking, but holding me still, trembling with restraint.
Fuc.k!
My heart is banging, and my stomach is churning. I could die at any moment at the hands of my mate. Okay, I could fling him off me before that happened. But he could still injure me irreparably.
I don’t want to hurt my mate, but I will if it comes to that. But I have to try to bring him out
