Chapter 37

No surprise there.

If everything turned out fine, he would

make sure she never stepped on her legs inside this room.

Kane pushed the door open, and, goddess,

he wasn’t prepared for the sight that greeted him. The stench of blood hung in

the air, so heavy and metallic that it clung to everything, and he gagged.

Kane looked down to see the source of

the smell, and there lay his mate, lifeless on the floor, her dress the same

red color he had come to hate.

Red

It was all he could see.

Red

It was all he could breathe, his nose

flaring as he took in the sinful stench. His eyes darkened almost instantly,

fingernails extending into claws as Max took complete control over his body,

and the wolf only had one thing on his mind.

Blood.

Max moved like a leopard on the hunt,

stalking his prey. His eyes were trained on the female who had dare laid her

hands on her mate, and he vowed that it was going to be her last day on earth.

Bertha could feel it in her ones, the

winds whispering to her that it