HALFDAN'S POV.

“Get your damn hands off me!”

I kept shouting at the top of my lungs, but my screams seemed to echo without end. Each jolt of pain made me think about my predicament, and the anger just fueled my pain.

Dane's men were dragging me away, and I was struggling against their grip. I couldn't believe it; Dane was just standing there, watching them haul me out of the pack’s mansion.

It felt like he had been waiting for a moment like this, and it drove me ...