Jeremy’s POV
Too much blood.
My lungs drag in the scent again, and rage explodes through my body. It hits the back of my throat like fire, thick and metallic, twisting something violent loose inside my chest. My wolf surges forward instantly, claws digging into the ground as I tear through the trees on all fours, branches snapping and whipping past me.
My vision goes red, and a low, guttural growl crawls out of my throat, deep enough that the ground seems to vibrate with it.
Both women turn toward me. First, the one with her foot propped on the shovel’s step, both hands on the handle grip, straightens up, both eyes almost popping, catching sight of me as I beeline towards them.
Then Morgan slowly turns her head around, and for a moment neither of them moves as they stare at me.
I kno
