Chapter 56 The Monster She Needed

• I barely touch the damn food.
• Every muscle in my body is wound tight with rage—rage I’ve been nursing since the moment I stepped foot into Red Night Pack territory. My hands twitch at the memory, and my jaw is clenched so tightly it’s a miracle my teeth haven’t shattered. My mate—Kali—was on her knees, being screamed at and shoved around like a worthless mutt by some pathetic excuse for a woman.
• She slapped Kali and before I even registered my own movement, she was dead.