And now, this? The audacity , or rather the stupidity , to plan a Luna ceremony while Amber—*my jewel*—was still missing?
I stormed out of the building, my rage barely contained as I shifted into my wolf mid-stride, shredding the clothes on my back. Blake surged forward with a furious snarl, taking control without hesitation. We needed to run, to hunt, to find her and make her pay.
The forest blurred around us as we sprinted, Hunter’s mind-link buzzing faintly in the background as he tried to keep up with my thoughts. But I didn’t respond. My wolf and I were too focused, too driven by the primal need to destroy anything—or anyone—who dared to stand between us and Amber.
She thought she could claim the Luna title? Over my mate? Over Amber?
*Not f*****g happening.*
Rose’s sick
