His blood soaks the concrete floor.
“Grey,” Dutch calls, and the creature turns suddenly, glowing yellow eyes locking on Dutch as if he’s the enemy now too. “Oh, fuck.”
“What the hell,” Mia breathes.
Razor moves first, but Grey snarls and swipes at him with claws—close enough to split skin if Razor hadn’t ducked.
“Grey, stop!” I scream.
The creature lifts his head, blood dripping from his mouth, eyesblazing. But they’re not focused. Nothuman.
And then he turns toward me.
The world freezes.
I don’t breathe. I don’t blink.
He stalks toward me slowly, every movement controlled butcharged. A predator with no logic left.
Dutch steps between us. “Back the fuck off.”
Grey growls—a warning. Not a request.
“Why is he acting like this?” Crow asks.
“What the fuckishe?” Razor adds.
“Lexi, move!” Dutch barks over his shoulder.
But I can’t. I’m stuck.
All I can think about is the first night Grey and I ever met. I’d run from him then too, and even as a wolf whom he fullycontrolled, Grey hadn’t been able to resist chasing me. Hunting me.
Now, standing before this monster, I’m not sure he wouldn’t stop with just catching me this time.
Behind him, I see Crow and Razor close in, flanking him.
Grey lunges for me, and I brace, calling my wolf in a moment of panic.
They tackle him before he has a chance to reach me, dragging him down, pinning him.
He thrashes like a demon. Teeth snapping. Claws flailing.
“Get her out of here!” Dutch yells.
My skin itches as my wolf surges, and I try to shove her back again.
Mia grabs me hard, yanking me back toward the wall. My breathing’s coming too fast. Pain spikes in my ribs, but I don’t care.
All I can do is watch as the man I love snarls and claws at the people trying to save him. Or trying to save me from him.
Grey’s voice rips out of him—distorted, strangled. “Let me go—LET ME GO?—!”
“No fucking way,” Razor grunts, holding down his arm.
Crow’s face is pale but focused, blood running down his temple. “He’s not there. It’s nothim.”
“Yes, it is,” Grey howls. “I am—Iam?—”