Chapter 48

Rhye was on him at once. He threw the Rogue off the woman, driving the snarling demon into the side of the brick building and holding it there with his forearm wedged under the suckhead’s chin.

“Get out of here!” he shouted to the human as she started to drag herself up off the ground. “Run!”

She flung a frightened look over her shoulder – the first glimpse Rhye got of her face. His gaze locked on to a pair of huge, pale lavender eyes. The woman stared at him from over the top of a dark knit scarf that could hardly disguise the delicate beauty beneath it.

Holy shit.

He knew her.

Jessa!

And she wasn’t just a random human female; she was a warrior. A shewolf. A young widow from one of the nearby pack sanctuaries in the city. Rhye didn’t know her well. He hadn’t seen her for several months, not since the night he’d taken her home from the pack’s compound.

It was the last he had seen of her, but it hadn’t been the last time he’d thought about her.

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