Zeph's POV
I don't know why I'm here in this bloody and sweaty place but the roar coming from inside makes me curious and terrified at the same time. Why would Kestrel be in a place like this? Holy f**k, what if she's hurt? What if someone dragged her here against her will? That thought makes my whole body turn to flames of anger, my wolf pushing at the surface demanding we find our mate and protect her.
I push through the crowd of men gathered near the entrance and catch pieces of their conversation. "She really hit him bad, did you see that? I think that was his ankle she broke," one of them says, his voice excited and disturbed at the same time.
"She seemed strange though," another replies, taking a swig from a beer bottle. "Her wolf must be a different breed. We need to get her for
