Chapter Thirty One

Logan

This time when I attack, we fall into the fireplace, spreading the logs onto the ground. The fire stings but I can't feel it because anger overshadows all of my senses. He kicks me off him and we both get back onto our feet. I am so tired of talking to him because I have reached the point of nearly running mad.

Shifting, I howl, a signal for the others who are outside. I reach for him, this time ready for a life-or-death battle. If I don't get back my mate, at least I will have got rid of this mother-fucker who is just going to make all of our lives miserable.

I keep aiming for the neck because if that head gets off the neck, it will be the end.

My warriors swam into the cave. Donovan's fighters are highly alert. They have blades. I had not seen them when I came in.

Jex comes toward us, his claws sinking into Donovan's legs. He gets up with a smug directed at the two of us, the wounds disappearing immediately. This whore-son won't die!

I know we are a lot more than the vampire