Kinsley’s POV

Lucas yanks me away from my horrendous father and his snarling, grumpy wolf. I hold my arm to my chest, watching Terron mid-shift, already prepared to kill my father at the first sign of trouble.

Everything is hazy, my head spinning as my mate and my father circle one another to duel. Lucas continues pulling me from the scene, my legs only taking me so far before my knees knock and I fall back into the grass.

The beta and my mate’s warriors all make sure ...