Bound by Blood and Fury

Thorne

The edge of the desk dug into the back of my thighs, but I didn't move. I couldn't. My fingers clenched tightly around the rim as if it were the only thing anchoring me to the goddamn earth. The scent of antiseptic still clung to my skin, and the bandage on my side itched like hell, but I barely felt it. The doctor had said I needed to rest.

"Give your body time to heal, Alpha Thorne."

Rest? How the fuck was I supposed to rest when she was out there?

Josie.

My mate.

My omega.

Kidnapped.

Probably hurt. Probably scared.

My chest ached worse than the bullet wound. Worse than the half-complete shift that had torn through my body and paralyzed me like a ragdoll.

I had one fucking job: protect her.

And I failed.

"I asked you a question," Kiel snapped from across the office, his voice laced with rage. "Why the fuck couldn't you shift, Thorne?"

I didn't look at him. Couldn't.