(Camden)
The feel of my fists against his bones and muscles was so sickly pleasing to me. How dare he take my mate? What gave him the right to try and step between us? I felt a nagging feeling in the back of my mind as the anger faded and I was able to see through the haze of red that had clouded my vision. Wyatt shoved me off to one side, and turned his head to spit the blood out of his mouth from both his bloody nose, and split lip. Breaths thundered out of my lungs heavily, with my own blood coming from my lip and eyebrow. I stumbled to my feet and looked around only to find that she was gone again. God damn that woman was going to be the death of me, how did she think I was going to react to her being kidnapped? I reached down through the bond which thank god, now hummed loudly with life and emotion. She was near the fire speaking with Margret and Sierra. My sister.
