The squealing of tires burning on the tarmac of the road resounded down the street after the black SUV swerved out of the way of an oncoming lorry. Damon had run a red light, one of many in his haste to get to Aila and the pack. The closer he was making it to her, the stronger the mate bond was pulling at him.
As soon as he was on the countryside lanes again, he pushed the accelerator pedal down even harder. The car was filled with thick tension smothering them like tar on their skin; even the warriors seated in the back were stiff and tense with a murderous glint to their stares. The lush greenery of fields and trees zoomed by in a blur of green sea.
Damon was brooding quietly with his jaw muscle ticking and his stormy eyes staring past the windscreen wipers swiping rapidly against the torrential rain. He will kill everyone that thought they could get away with attacking his beloved. Rip them to pieces-
