Axel
The crickets surrounding the woods and marsh near the vampire's lair make so much noise my head wants to explode. Or maybe my head wants to detonate because my mate stands before me. Luna, her hair a glorious shade of purple, is trapped in a cage like a dog, teeth bared like I'm the one who put her there.
I'm going to tear the vampires' limbs from their bodies with my bare teeth for this.
She must have been in her skin when the vamps took her, as now she stands there naked. It takes every ounce of willpower in me not to rip apart her cage and take her in my arms.
I don't think she'd like that very much, though.