Chapter 77. The Cost of Victory

GRAYSON

I couldn’t see Belle, telling me she was somewhere behind Gulius’s invisible shield, but I could smell her. I could hear her strangled, terrified gasps. And that would be enough to guide me to her location.

I was still in wolf form when I started running in the direction of her scent.

Azazel’s clones had definitely done a number on me—more so than I’d like to admit—but the pain hadn’t hit me yet.

The adrenaline racing through me made my injuries completely tolerable, if not altogether painless. My sole focus was on saving my distressed mate.

The moment I passed through Gulius’s shield, I froze, stopping dead in my tracks.

That nasty, old warlock had Belle pinned against a tree by her throat, her feet dangling at least a foot above the ground.

My goddamn heart lodged beneath my jugular. She was covered in blood. It splattered over her face and drenched her white shirt. It dripped from her shoes.

Her wide eyes met mine while she