Chapter 13

Coal I walked away from Brinley in the woods. There wasn’t anything else I could say. Shoulders hunched forward and footsteps heavy, I trudged back to the house. My thoughts tumbled over and over with the story of her assault. I’d demanded details, and she’d given them to me, not holding back. It was what I’d asked for, but now the images of what that bastard did to her, rolled through my mind on repeat. I entered my room and slammed the door shut, the hinges shuddering with force. I needed to take a shower, and then I wasn’t sure what I was going to do. My Wolf was equally on edge, pacing back and forth in my mind, growling his desire to hunt. We both wanted to taste the coward’s blood. Making my way into the bathroom, I stepped into the shower and let the liquid rain down on my flesh. The water was cold. There was no other option. I scowled. My horndog of a wolf just hadn’t been able to contain himself, licking the heat between her legs. Between the scent of her arousal and tast