33. Lorenzo
For the first time in years, my entire body shook, muscles coiled tight with an intensity I hadn't felt in so long it nearly overwhelmed me. My jaw clenched and my eyes darkened as I stared at the woman in my arms—this woman, trembling beneath the covers, her face twisted with such agony I could barely stand to look at it because it was a torture to my heart.
I hated seeing Athena in pain. Whatever kind of pain.
Both my wolf and I had one thought in mind: torture and kill anyone and everyone who made her like this.
Sweat dotted her forehead and it ran down in thin rivulets. Her body shifted restlessly beneath the sheets, caught in some unseen battle. Fear was evident in the way her muscles tensed and the tears she shed.
My hand moved on its own, reaching out to brush away
