Chapter Thirty-three
Conner's POV
I've never felt rage like this before. It consumes your soul until nothing is left but the need for vengeance. I will rip that no good alpha to bits and dance on his bloody grave! He hurt her, everyone in his pack hurt her and I was going to kill them all. Starting with him.
"Conner! Conner come back here! Let me go! Conner! Don't do anything stupid! We have war in less than a day! Conner!" Gemma shouted from her little prison of shadows.
I knew that but at the moment, it didn't matter. What mattered was my mate was hurt and I knew who did it. They. Will. Pay. I saw him, in his wolf form, black and brown, drinking from a lake. His form barely went past my muscled chest. His head turned to my direction and he instantly went into a battle stance, bearing his teeth at me.
'He must perish.' Axle said in my head and I couldn't agree more.