Ronan POV

Fury wasn't a strong enough word for what was burning through my veins. 

A vampire had crossed my borders, slipped through my patrols, entered my home, and nearly killed my wife.

The thought alone made Rafe growl a murderous growl again, slamming against my walls. 

I soon reached the patrol headquarters, and the building reverberated with laughter and chatter. Laughter. The sound snapped the last thread of restraint I possessed.

I kicked the door open, and all laughter died. 

Everyone stared at me, then immediately lowered their heads.

The guards stepped back, and couldn't look me in my eye. 

“You are laughing.” My voice was terrifyingly calm. “While...