Chapter 197

Jacob's POV When I saw those bastards, wrapped like mummies, desecrating Brett's resting place with shovels, something inside my head snapped. Rage engulfed me like molten lava, burning my vision black and filling my ears with a deafening roar. For Celena, for her broken heart, I swore to protect this last sanctuary of peace. But now... Yet I'd grown accustomed to erecting walls around myself, sealing off all emotion. So this violent rage that could transform me, apart from the Wolf in my mind that was also roaring wildly, no one in my tribe sensed it through the link.   Tear them apart! my wolf screamed. Ethan held me back. His coolness was like a bucket of cold water, temporarily dousing my urge to charge out immediately. He was right. We had to be careful. We transformed into wolves, crouching low, moving through the woods like ghosts. My eyes locked onto the swaying figures, fixed on the shovels rising and falling in their hands. Rage made my fang