Lucas's POV

The syringe clatters to the floor as I yank Nora away from Moira's IV.

'My own aunt. My own fucking blood tried to kill my mate.'

Rage explodes through my chest, white-hot and consuming. Thor claws at my control, demanding I shift and tear her throat out. My hands shake with the effort of keeping them human.

Dr. Flynn and his team swarm around Moira's bed, shouting medical terms I don't understand. Monitors scream warnings that make my wolf howl inside my ...