  Jacob&#39;s POV
  When I saw those bastards, wrapped like mummies, desecrating Brett&#39;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&#39;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. &nbsp;
  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 ont

  Ethan&#39;s POV
  The moment the trap triggered, the grave robbers on the hillside visibly quickened their pace. Two of them immediately put down their shovels and pulled out guns from their lower waists. They looked like modified large-caliber gadgets and warily headed towards us, or rather, towards Jacob, who was hanging in mid-air and struggling frantically. 
  “Hang in there, bro!” I growled, my heart pounding with frustration. Jacob was suspended too high, I couldn’t possibly reach that damn knot from the ground.
  I had to climb a tree!
  I spotted a big tree with thick branches beside me, and with my sharp claws, I shot up in no time. &nbsp;Standing on the swaying branch, I fixed my eyes on the main rope hanging the net and calculated the distance and angle. 
  Damn it, all or nothing! &nbsp;
  I gave a sudden kick on the branch with my hind leg, and my entire wolf body soared i

  Ethan&#39;s POV
  For an Alpha who&#39;s both a husband and a father, being a wounded person was&nbsp;really a suffocating experience. My shoulder injury was mostly healed now, though it still twingeed&nbsp;when I moved&nbsp;too abruptly. That doctor, Miranda—her medical skills were&nbsp;top-notch, but she&nbsp;was&nbsp;so nagging, insisting I &quot;move around appropriately to promote wound recovery.&quot; Fine, I&#39;ll move around.
  I&#39;d noticed Jacob looking down lately too. Ever since he got out of bed, he&#39;d either be zoning out or wandering aimlessly, like he&#39;d lost his soul. A brother in trouble? I had to cheer him up. I hooked my arm around his shoulder, careful to avoid the injured side. “Hey, buddy, wanna take a stroll? I’ll rust your bones&nbsp;if you lie there for a long time.”
  Jacob didn&#39;t react much, just gave a quiet nod. Fine, at least he responded.
  

Jacob&#39;s POV
  When I saw those bastards, wrapped like mummies, desecrating Brett&#39;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&#39;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. &nbsp;
  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

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