Page 157 of Wrath

That shifter.

That vampire.

That shadow.

Die. Die. Die.

Belatedly, I heard a voice in my head screaming that this wasn’t me, that I wasn’t a killer, but the all-encompassing rage that enveloped me like an ice-cold blanket drowned it out.

Who knew anger would be so cold? It spread from the tips of my toes to the top of my head.

“LUPE! SNAP OUT OF IT!”

That voice…

I recognized that voice.

My bear began to stir restlessly. He didn’t like being yelled at.

Ididn’t like being yelled at.

The sudden urge to sink my claws into the man’s body rushed over me. I wanted him to bleed. To feel nothing but pain.

“Z needs you! Do you remember Z? Your mate? She needs us, dammit. And I can’t get to her until you snap out of this. So calm the fuck down, let go of your rage, and return to me. Can you do that? I swear to fuck I’ll stab you!”

A growl worked its way up my chest, reverberating through me.

How dare this man tell me to calm down? Didn’t he know that Iwasrage? I was wrath personified, and nothing—and no one—would get in my way.

But one thing stopped me from pouncing on the annoying shadow.

That name…

Z.

Z.

Z.

Images of a golden-haired woman with fierce blue eyes and an impish smirk flashed across my mind. Accompanying them was the feeling of safety. Of security. Of…home.

Z.

My…mate.

Mate.

A smidgen of my rage dissipated—just a little bit.

But it wasn’t enough.

I was out of my mind, consumed by wrath, and nothing could save me now. I was going to kill everyone here and then?—

No!The inner voice in my head screamed at me, banging his fists against the window.Think of Z! Think of your mate.

Mate.

Mate.

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