Chapter Thirty-Eight

I was pacing. I always pace when I’m angry. That was a close call and if that arrow had flown even one inch to either side of me it would’ve struck my daughter. The thought of anything happening to her, quite frankly pissed me off. The realization of just how close it had come to happening drove me beyond anger and into a boiling rage. I needed to put an end to the nonsense before they make another attempt, and they would make another attempt. I’m counting on it.

It was near impossible to contain the roaring wave of magic trying to break the surface of my skin, to go on a hunt for vengeance. It wasn’t over. The man that Liam later identified as George Landry, was working for the Curtis brothers and I wasn’t going to rest until they paid for what they had done. A loud hiss escaped me as my lips drew back over my fangs. My fear had me all over the place and the anger had my instincts in overdrive. The recipient of my hiss was Grady. He entered the