Ethan
They hurt her.
Fiona.
My mate.
They kidnapped her, scared her, and threatened her. My eyes flick to her ankle again, and my wolf howls with rage.
“Jameson f*****g marked her.”
“And he’ll pay for that after we recover,” I tell him, barely holding in the snarl that climbs up my throat. Neither of us has the strength to go after those men, and we know it, but it doesn’t stop us from vibrating with the need to track each of those men down to gut them.
It’s all my wolf can think about.
I glance at Fiona again. She’s curled up in the passenger seat of my car, sniffling and staring out the window. She hasn’t said anything, and I don’t know if she will. What she just went through- what we both just went through- is enough to send anyone into shock.
I could smell her now, at l
