Chapter 176

The Predator

The taste of blood lingered on my tongue—iron-rich, bitter, and fucking alive. I didn’t remember whose it was. Didn’t care. All I knew was that someone dared to touch my family, and the walls were screaming with the price they’d pay for it. They’d fucking pay for breathing wrong.

My knuckles were raw, split open from the force of punches I threw, but I didn’t stop. Not when the metallic heat of blood splattered across my face. Not when bone shattered beneath my fists like brittle glass.

More than dozens of bastards dared to step on my fucking territory.

I didn’t feel pain. Not the cuts, not the burns, not even the ache in my chest. The pain was for the weak. I was something else. Something feral. Something entirely fucking monstrous.

I had to get to Zayne before any of them could touch him. I just hoped Mother would get Krystina and my little bird out safely. But something was wrong. I could feel it in my fucking bones. Thi