He staggered, snarling.
But I didn’t stop.
Not for a second.
Because this fight wasn’t just for me.
It was for Kat.
My mate.
My reason.
And Jonas? Jonas was going to regret the day he ever crossed her.
I didn’t hesitate. I slammed my fist into Jonas’s face again and again, each punch a hammer strike fueled by every cruel thing he’d done to Kat.
His sneer twisted into a grimace of pain, but he kept coming. Pathetic.
“You think you can survive this?” I growled, grabbing him by the collar and yanking him closer, teeth bared like a beast ready to tear him apart. “You think you can have her? My mate?”
Jonas spat blood on my chest, eyes wild and desperate.
I cracked my knuckles, grinning grimly.
“Let me tell you what she really is.”
I stepped back, fists raised, and the dance began
