Carlos’s P.O.V.

The world seemed to stop altogether as I looked down and found an obsidian-tipped arrow jutted from Harley’s back. Black veins spread rapidly through her fur where it pierced flesh, making my heart pound crazily against my rib cage.

It wasn’t even a mystery to me who would be so cruel to attack my innocent mate like that!

“No!”

I yelled in agony and grabbed the other arrow hurled at her midair, my body shaking with fear. Fury erupted like a storm inside me, my vision staining red as I spun and spotted my Grandpa Lucian from some distance. He stood there with his elite guards, holding that...