I punched the cave wall so hard it split open in a jagged crack, dust and bits of stone crumbling beneath my knuckles.

The bones in my hand groaned from the impact — but I welcomed the pain. Embraced it. It was nothing compared to the inferno ripping through my chest.

That fucking mutt.

That filthy, mangy, wolf.

He took her from me.

Again.

Blood seeped down my fingers, staining the cold stone beneath me, but all I could think about was her. Raven. The way her eyes widened when she saw me. The way her scent tangled with mine in the air like a promise — like fate was...