Chapter 132

Knox's POV

I snarled in fury. A low growl erupted from my chest.

Fenrir’s rage boiled inside me. His bloodlust was so strong that it clouded my thoughts completely. I could barely see Viktor, all I could see was red.

Viktor's face was calm—too calm, like he wasn’t the reason my mate was gone, like he hadn’t taken her from me.

I was going to kill him, but it wouldn't be fast, or easy. I will kill him slowly.

I wanted to feel his bones shatter under my claws. I wanted to rip his skin open inch by inch, tear through him, break him, make him scream for mercy before I ended him.

I released another snarl, and the walls shook. My muscles coiled and tensed, as I prepared to pounce.

Viktor stood his ground.