Drake's POV:
All I saw was red.
The sight of my uncle, Raphael, looming over Leila, his hands on her—my mate—sent a searing fury through my veins, unlike anything I'd ever felt. The darkness inside me, the one I always fought to keep buried deep within, began to rise, threatening to take over. It was the side of me I never wanted Leila to see, the part that made other Alphas tremble when they heard my name. The beast in me—ruthless, bloodthirsty, and cold—was roaring to be unleashed.
I was at the doorway one moment, and in the next, I had flung Raphael across the room. He hit the wall with a sickening thud, and I was already halfway shifted, my body teetering between human and wolf. My face contorted, half-wolf, half-man, with sharp fangs bared. My hands had morphed into deadly claws. It only happened when my wolf and I were perfectly in sync, united in our shared rage, ready to unleash hell.
