Chapter 38
- Jaxon’s POV
- My mind was a burning wasteland of pure obsidian flame, but through the blood-red haze of my Feral Madness, I saw ‘her’.
- Rhea was pinned beneath Vance’s sickening brown wolf, her gray leather tunic torn and soaked in crimson, her pale, bruised hands fighting uselessly against his massive weight. The sight of his jaws hovering inches above her neck, inches from the mark I had carved into her skin, did not just ignite my rage. It erased every shred of human sanity I had left.