Rapheal's pov

The guards’ fingers twitched on their triggers, but I was faster—a blur of predatory grace. They would end up on the floor, cold and dead, before they could even blink. I pushed into the estate, leaving the carnage behind, followed by a terrified, trembling Fed.

"Alpha Rowen, I will burn you to the ground if it gets me back Hermosa."

The thought tasted like copper and smoke in my mouth. I didn’t mind doing it over and over again. I placed my hand on my breast pocket, ...