Quinn
Rage, pure unadulterated rage. The edges of my vision were red. If I thought I was crazed in the forest, that was nothing compared to this feeling. I’d woken up to a dream - my mate grinding all over me. Next minute I was sucked into a nightmare. I watched her in the arms of another man. He licked a stripe up her slender neck. Worst of all she moaned, she enjoyed it! Was she reliving a memory? I wanted to rip his arms off. Then his legs. Then his head! No amount of ripping would sate my desire to tear him part. I’d realised I was in wolf form when Irina’s wolf had appeared next to me. I went to pounce, and the hellish vision dissolved.
Irina awoke sweaty and feverish. But she recoiled from my touch. Did she prefer his touch? Blood continued pounding in my ears. Nasty thoughts roll
