[KYLE POV]
That was when I saw that the man in the middle of that group, the ones kneeling on the ground, was punching at something. I saw blood spraying off of his fists with every blow. What was he hitting? Who was he hitting?
I knew without needing to ask those questions.
He was beating my mate. He was hitting my woman. He was hitting the woman who was carrying my child.
As soon as I realized what was happening I lost control. The last thing I consciously recognized was my beast screeching. It was a full on panther battle cry. I had not shifted but I had still produced that animal sound.
Then I gave myself over to my beast. Together, the two of us would avenge our woman. We would save her. We would get her out of here. We would make her understand that we were here for her whether she liked it or not.
I ran forward. Still on my two human feet. I was moving fast, faster than those that were holding my woman had thought possible.
