Damon's Point of View
I stared at the stack of reports on my desk, unable to focus on a single word.
My mind kept circling back to those bruises on Sera's wrist. Wendy's fingerprints, marked into my mate's skin like a brand.
The rage that burned through me was barely contained. My wolf paced restlessly, demanding we find Wendy and make her pay for daring to touch what was ours.
'Let me out,' he snarled. 'Let me show her what happens when you threaten our mate.'
"Not yet. We have to be strategic about this."
'Strategic? She hurt Sera!'
"I know. But if we act rashly, we play right into her hands. Give her more ammunition to use with her father."
A knock at my office door made me look up. "What?"
Jace stepped in, closing the door behind him. "You look like you're planning a murder."
