Stroking the wayward strands of hair off her forehead, I study her calm expression.

She looks so at ease now. I don’t think I have ever seen such an expression on her face. She’s not going to tell me who put these bruises on her, but I’m going to find out. And like I did with Freddy that night in the woods, I’m going to teach whoever it is a lesson he will never forget.

I sit down on the chair beside the bed and watch my fated mate sleep soundly.

How can I protect her?

She’s right, ...