His Mute Omega
My vision tunneled as I sprinted, my wolf clawing at the surface, demanding I move faster.
When I got to the door, I didn’t bother knocking.
I slammed my foot in it, sending wood splinters flying everywhere as the wood shattered, and the sight before me sent a wave of red-hot fury crashing through my veins.
A fucking vampire.
While it took my form, I could see beneath its camouflage. Its pale, gaunt figure loomed over snow, its mouth latched onto her neck, feeding. How the fuck did it get in here? My mate’s blood stained its lips, dripped down her fragile throat and her body was limp and her skin ashen.