Ronan POV 

The forest, moments ago, was filled with snarls and screams, it became eerily still. The rogue leader lay motionless at my feet, his blood soaking into the earth. My chest heaved, and blood dripped from my jaws.

My entire body trembled with the urge to keep killing. I wanted more, I needed more. They had to be more.

They had touched her, they touched Josie. 

Rafe snarled inside me, pacing like a caged beast.

'Kill every last one.'

My gaze swept the clearing, searching for another target, another heartbeat or scent, just anything. 

“Ronan...” her voice called, so soft yet everything else vanished. I turned, and Josie was...