Chapter 113
Kross
Rage. It blinded me, scorched through my veins until I could barely see straight. All I could see was her—my mate—crumpled in the dirt, her white fur matted in blood, her mark red and deadened. Lifeless.
The wolf she’d been fighting dragged itself back up, a pathetic snarl in its throat, and I lost it.
I tore into him, fists, blade, claws—every ounce of my fury poured into the strike. It took five long minutes before their bodies were half-shredded, my own hands dripping with blood that wasn’t mine. They whimpered, but I didn’t stop. Not until the announcer’s voice rang like thunder across the field.
“STOP! Kross Steele—killing is not permitted in this round! Control yourself!”
I wasn’t listening. My world had shrunk to her broken form, to the silence where her grow
