Shifting

In a splitsecond, Azriel shot out of the bed and dashed out the room to follow the scream. His horror-filled eyes moved frantically in search of her. A lump had formed in his throat and his heart was pounding erratocally against her heart.

"Sienna," he called for her but there was no answer. His spirit sank. Barely a moment had passsed when another scream tore through the air. Cold fear prickled over his skin. Just the thought of her in pain was enough to make his stomach churn. He hastened his steps and found him racing towards the woods. The fear was accompanied with one more emotion. Rage. He was going to kill the bastard who dared to lay hand on his mate. But before that he had to save his moonshine.

It took him less than a minute to find her. His heart sank when he saw her. She was kneelingwith her hands and knees on the ground. Her face was contorted in pain and tears were running down her clenched eyes. Azriel looked around but there was no one except for her.

"Moonshine,