Keith
I've never felt rage like this before. The white hot fire scalding my veins turns my vision black.
I charge toward the alley, fists clenched, heart in my throat as I look at the bastards who have their hands on my mate.
My drugged mate.
With all of their eyes on me I have the perfect view to watch Hope transform from a sluggish victim to a wildcat.
In one move she twists out of their hold, landing in crouch by their feet. She only takes a moment before she sweeps her leg out, albeit unsteady, taking one of her attackers off their feet.
He cries out and the other two are stuck in between us, recognizing her possible escape yet recognizing me as the threat I am and unwilling to let me out of their sight.
I thought I was going to be saving her.
But she doesn’t need saving.
Not
