With a snarl, he sank his teeth into her already half ripped off shoulder, feeling her blood burst hot in his mouth. Magic flared in response, dark tendrils wrapping around his limbs, trying to yank him away. But he held firm, locking his jaws and twisting until he heard the satisfying crack of bone.
But Stan didn’t let up. He was going to rip her arm clean off.
The arm she used to stab his mate.
Blood roared in his ears, louder than the gorgon’s screeches, louder than Katie’s frantic muttering over Aurora’s broken body. He barely registered Kendrick and Rachele bursting into the room behind him, or the sound of raw magic clashing with the dark witch living in Marguerite's body. The world had shrunk. Nothing mattered except the monster beneath his claws.
This wasn’t just revenge. This
