Vaelen's POV~
The night wind was sharp when I stepped out of Serena's room. It hit my face, but it did nothing to cool the fire burning inside me. My chest still felt tight, my hands still clenched.
I couldn't calm down.
Someone had dared to attack her in my presence. The thought alone made my blood boil. My wolf was pacing under my skin, restless and angry. I could still see her scared eyes, still hear her trembling voice asking what she did wrong.
I pressed my hand against the wall for a moment, trying to breathe, but it didn't help. My body was shaking.
How the hell was I even supposed to face my uncle now? He would kill me the moment he saw her like that. I could already imagine his face, that cold, calm fury he always carried when something went wrong.
And for once, he'd be right to be angry.
If that old bastard Drevan had done anything worse, if Serena had been harmed even an inch more… I didn't even know what I would have done.
