Keith

I've never felt rage like this before. The white hot fire scalding my veins turns my vision black.

I charge toward the alley, fists clenched, heart in my throat as I look at the bastards who have their hands on my mate.

My drugged mate.

With all of their eyes on me I have the perfect view to watch Hope transform from a sluggish victim to a wildcat.

In one move she twists out of their hold, landing in crouch by their feet. She only takes a moment before she sweeps her leg out, albeit unsteady, taking one of her attackers off their feet.

He cries out and the...