Davien's P. O. V
Knoxwell was not human, he was a shifter and an Alpha for that matter, a very skilled one, which I hated to admit. The blood dripping down my nose was enough proof that in terms of combat, he was quite skilled.
"Damn it!" I cursed driving down the street in a plethora of different shades of rage, the humiliation of only being able to land a single attack on the guy was starting to take it's toll on me.
My mind was in such a mess that I nearly drove off the bridge four times, as the images of my duel with Knoxwell flooded mind. But more than that, there was a lingering question at the back of my mind.
"Davien! Shit! I was trying to reach your fucking phone…" Louis's voice was swiftly drowned out by my rushed steps, circling towards the living room area of the cabin.
"What about Kian? And Valerie? Where are they?" He followed strictly. "Oliver went out to find you but couldn't, he has bad news for you."
