Tysion washed off the blood stained on his hands in the showers, the image of Karla's face after he laid hands on her refused to part with his memory. To him, finding her kidnapper and bringing him to his knees would serve as the greatest form of an apology to her.
"Mate?." He voiced out, catching a whiff of her scent, millions of questions spiraled around in his head. But he didn't have time to think them through, because in an inkling of an eye, his wolves had shifted and were attacking each other!.
Without a second to spare, he jumped down from the balcony in his room, landing foot first on the concrete floor.
"Cut it out!." His authority reached all four of them, because they immediately shifted back to their human form almost instantaneously, little cuts and bruises here and there.
