Chapter 166

Knox's POV I snarled in fury. A low growl erupted from my chest. Fenrir’s rage boiled inside me. His bloodlust was so strong that it clouded my thoughts completely. I could barely see Viktor, all I could see was red. Viktor's face was calm—too calm, like he wasn’t the reason my mate was gone, like he hadn’t taken her from me. I was going to kill him, but it wouldn't be fast, or easy. I will kill him slowly. I wanted to feel his bones shatter under my claws. I wanted to rip his skin open inch by inch, tear through him, break him, make him scream for mercy before I ended him. I released another snarl, and the walls shook. My muscles coiled and tensed, as I prepared to pounce. Viktor stood his ground. “I know what this looks like—” he began. “Don’t,” I growled. My voice shook with rage. “Don’t speak.” He raised both hands slowly. “Wolf king, listen—” Wrong move. I lunged at him, swiping my claws at him. He vanished just as my claws slashed through the air where his throat had been. I turn