Sandy's POV
Fury consumed me like wildfire spreading through dry grass. This wasn't just about Fred's assault anymore.
Every frustration I'd buried came roaring to the surface. My father's betrayal, Grey's manipulations, Dominic's lies, my Pack's abandonment, and most of all, him. Charles.
That toxic cocktail of rage and resentment finally found its breaking point, and I surrendered completely to my wolf's primal instincts.
Taylor absorbed every ounce of my pain and fury. Our combined emotions created a storm of violence waiting to be unleashed, and Fred had just lit the fuse.
He writhed beneath my weight, desperate to escape, but I buried my fangs deep into the coarse brown fur covering his neck. I could have gone for his throat and ended this permanently, but instead I chose to make him suffer.
