Ronan POV
“Get the hell up.”
Xavier’s hand fisted at his side. I was bleeding. He was bleeding. We panted heavily, our bodies slick from a combination of sweat and the pounding rain.
Xavier looked up from his place on the ground, covered in mud. His hands raised toward me, shaking with effort and exhaustion. The rain was a deluge around us, making it hard to see, let alone hear each other over its roar.
“That’s enough, Ronan,” he said firmly.
Fury rose in my veins. It would never be enough. Not until I had Lyra back. Not until Travis’s eyes were empty and clouded with death.
“I said get up,” I snarled.
Xavier staggered to his feet under the Alpha order. “Don’t be a f*****g d**k,” he spat back.
I snarled. I’d be whatever I wanted to be. I didn’t feel guilty; I didn’t feel anything.
