Reed – POV
I was coming back from changing my clothes—yeah, the ones that stupid vampire boy couldn't stomach. My wolf was still pissed at me for removing the clothes that carried our mate's scent. Every part of me wanted to tear through Blaze and make him understand that no one—no one—was going to claim our mate, not while I still had breath in my lungs. It didn't help that I was also mad at myself for letting the situation with Clare slip through my fingers for even a second.
But in my rush to get back, to make sure that damn vampire hadn't sunk his teeth into her again, I made my way back to her room, footsteps swift and unyielding. Every bone in my body screamed to run to her, to make sure the damn vampire hadn't gotten too close to my mate again. But as I rushed through the compound, something caught my eye that froze me in my tracks—shifting wolves. More than I could count. They moved like shadows, fast and furious, headed in one direction—my father's estate.
