The fight ended as suddenly as it had started.
Bodies lay scattered through the trees. Most of them were cartel members. But Marcus Kane was nowhere to be seen.
"Where is he?" Axel growled, his eyes still red with battle rage.
"Gone," Malachai said. "Took three others with him and ran when the tide turned."
"Coward," Jordan spat.
I looked around at the aftermath. Seven cartel members dead and we'd lost nobody.
But I felt different. Changed in a way that went deeper than the partial shift.
I'd crossed a line tonight. Gone from protected mate to killer. The blood under my claws proved it.
"You okay?" Axel asked, appearing beside me.
"I killed two people."
"You defended yourself and your pack."
"I know. But—"
"But nothing." His hand found my face. "You did what you had to do."
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