Chance’s POV
The last image embedded in my mind before I was abruptly ripped from Raven was her fragile body lying battered inside the cab of the truck. It was exactly what I needed to see to enrage my wolf, as the fight of my life was about to happen.
Desperately, I reached out to my brothers for help, hoping that one of them would hear me, knowing damn straight that I couldn’t protect Raven and fight all these rogues at the same time. In the back of my mind, I knew Cash would be the only one that would come to my aid, as Chase had been missing in action since the night Raven went into heat.
But as I projected the last image of Raven to my brothers, I couldn’t help but feel an overwhelming feeling take over me. It was as if my feelings were enhanced to the point that I thought I was
