Abby heard the sickening crunch of fists meeting flesh, snapping bone. Reese's thick cry of pain jolted her. Damn it! She rolled off the bed and onto the floor. She heard the vicious connection of fist against flesh. She flinched. Who'd gotten in that punch? The low groan was male. Reese!
Heart pounding and palms sweaty, Abby stood and snapped on the lamp.
The Hunter had Reese by the throat, and it was squeezing the life out of him. Reese struggled against the pressure crushing his neck, but she could see it was a losing battle. He tried to shift, but somehow the Hunter's torment kept her husband in a half-changed state.
Please, Hunter! Please, spare him! I will go with you. You can have me, my soul, whatever it is you want.
Its sightless gaze found hers. The Hunter's heavy sigh infiltrated her mind. You are both stubborn. You fight well. You love more than any I have known before. Such qualities benefit the colony.
