Ethan POV
The sheer terror and fury that courses through my veins is more powerful than anything I've ever felt in my whole useless existence.
I'm shifted, though I don't remember doing that, and I'm killing like I've never killed before.
Blood is everywhere, it is everything, splattering any surface in sight with a crimson sheen, or maybe that's just me seeing through a red lens, I wouldn't be surprised.
My teeth ache, my vision blurs as I take care of the rogues, ending lives left and right without mercy, without a pause.
I need them dead, every last one of them.
I just bulldoze the pathetic wolves to nothing without even trying.
When Kelly fell to the ground, I couldn't think, my body shook and my instincts took over.
I guess that's when I shifted, roaring my pain at the sight of my injured mate laying in the snow.
Even now, I don't know if she lives or if she's gone.