CHAPTER FIFTY THREE

I want to protect my daughter.

I need to protect my daughter.

But I can’t just sit and here and watch as her father gets slaughtered either. That’s not protecting her. That’d only be ensuring she’d grow up without a father and I don’t want that for her. I have to be able to save them both.

I leap out of hiding, determined to save my whole family. I will save my whole family. Things can’t end like this. That’s not how love stories go.

My claws lash out at the attacker’s face as I knock right into him, saving James from that last blow.

The part of my soul that is crazy protective over my husband and daughter attacks him with its full strength. I lash at his eyes, sink my teeth into his skin.

He tries to stop me. He does his best to defend himself against me but he’s no match for a mother and wife who’s beyond angry and worried. I quickly kill him without mercy.

We’re the only wolves left here, so I turn to James who lay bleeding on the ground, and I realize something I didn’t see