Marco watches helplessly as Lowell takes Nana out the door. His body screams in pain, but rage overpowers it. He grits his teeth, forcing himself to move. Blood drips from his temple, but it’s already healing, his wolf pushing through the pain. His fingers curl into fists against the cold ground.

“Fucking bastard!” he spits, struggling to his knees. “I’ve been hunting your ass through heaven and hell, and you fucking walk into my territory on your own? And I still can’t fucking ...