RETH
Reth sat in the dirt like a broken child, Elia curled up between his thighs, her back to his chest, staring at Gahrye. He'd wrapped her in his arms because she shook like she was cold, but he wasn't sure she'd even noticed. The truth was, he trembled like a leaf in the wind and he needed to hold onto her as much for his own sanity as hers.
His mate… his beautiful, magnificent mate sat in front of him, nodding encouragement to the male who was telling her to kill herself.
Reth swallowed back a snarl—and throat ripping tears. His head kept screaming and his heart roared along.
This couldn't be real.
But Gahrye sat there in front of them, a fucking tidal surge of pain and destruction, relentless and coming for them, whether they wanted him to or not.
