NARRATIVE POV Carter arrived home to Lindy later that morning. He was filthy from the run back but unharmed and free, and that was all that mattered. Lindy, however, watched him dragging in the mud and twigs, all across her freshly mopped floor. “You have got to be kidding me, Tony! I just mopped!” Lindy scowled at him with her arms folded across her chest. “I found her!” Carter shouted, ignoring the complaints. “What? What do you mean?” Lindy looked between him and the doorway frantically, expecting another arrival muddying her floor. “I was right about the red dust, babe! I was fu.cking right. I knew it. I’ll kill them all, babe!” Carter roared as he paced, tearing at his hair. His emotions were beating him down; his wolf was no calming aid. They both wanted blood. “Anthony Mitchell Carter, you better stop pacing across
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