Mine to Bleed For

Thorne

I was seeing red.

Not the kind that just blurred your vision. No—this red ran down my throat like fire. It poured into my fists, into every step I took. My wolf snarled inside me, crazed, starved, and full of murderous intent. There was no logic left. Only rage. Only her.

Josie.

She was somewhere in this cursed house—hurting. Because of me.

Because I hadn't gotten there in time.

Because I hadn't protected her.

Outside, I could hear the screams. I could hear Varen and Kiel tearing through the guards, wolves and men alike—crushing bones, slicing throats, rending flesh. It was war out there. But I couldn't enjoy it.

Not when she was in here.

Not when my mate had been paraded like some toy. Touched. Threatened. Degraded.

And I'd let it happen.

"You're trespassing, Alpha Thorne," a grating voice drawled from the shadows. "Who gave you the right to step into my lair?"

Ian.