Kane
My lycan slammed against my ribs, demanding to be let loose. He was convinced he was fast enough to rip the guard’s hand off before those claws could swipe across our mate’s throat, but I couldn’t risk it. Not with Simone unconscious and defenseless, her head lolling forward in a way that sent a terrified shiver down my spine.
“You’re not as fun as your son, you know,” Lania said, walking around me, satisfied. Her heels clicked against the stone floor, each step calculated to grate on my nerves. “He’s much more... volatile. More entertaining.”
My hands clenched into fists at my sides, every muscle in my body coiled and ready to strike. But those claws were still pressed against Simone’s throat, and I could see the thin line of blood where they’d already broken skin.
“Don’t worry,
