His claws were larger than my head.
And he had four.
The two faced off in the middle of the floor.
Tarik didn’t transform.
The room crackled with tension.
And Mason raised his claw in the air and struck first blood.
MASON
I couldn’t see past the rage. He had killed an innocent. The woman had not even been meant for me. I hated the sense it made. Why she often complained of me being too big, of being a brute.
A true mate would desire that.
And she hadn’t craved me the way I craved her.
She’d loved me the best way she could — with half her heart — while my brother claimed the other. I knew the type of man he was; he would never have acted on his instincts, and for that, I wanted to rage.
We’d mated once.
Never to mate again.
That was the rule.
I had been given a second chance, or so I thought. What about him?
It was the first thing I would demand as king — after I killed my father. And once the thought was in my head…
The killing…
I could not help but let it fester until my body transformed into my wolf, until I felt the secrets of the Watcher inside me burst free.
Secrets of the wolves.
Where to strike. How to strike.
It was as if Gadreel’s entire mind had been uploaded to mine, showing me how to defeat, how to become king.
I thanked him in that moment, wondering if I would ever get the chance to see The Creator myself — and also the Watcher he’d taken back to Heaven who selfishly and then not so selfishly sacrificed his soul so that I would become what I was.
What I was born to be, however wrong it had
started.
The Creator had the final say.
Power rolled through my veins. My blood soared as I struck my father’s head and knocked it against the table.
The marble split in two before he stumbled forward and tried to grab my neck. I flipped him over my back and shoved him to the ground.
Killing a wolf was nearly impossible.
But I am not just a wolf. I smiled at that thought.
“You would never kill your own father. You walked away. You’ll do it again.” His taunting wasn’t helping his case. “I sent them for her.”