Mel’s POV
My blood boiled as I watched my mate carry a heavily injured Brittany in his arms. My own stinging wounds didn’t cause me as much pain as watching Damian intervene in our fight and save Brittany. Five seconds more, and I was about to kill her !
I wanted to scream my lungs out. Even in her death-like state, the thorn of my life had the cheek to wrap her bloody arms around my mate and nuzzle her face against his chest.
I was so close to shifting and clawing the life out of her.
“Melissa. You need to get your wounds checked ! They might get infected by the silver poison Brittany used. Your ankle doesn’t look that great either,” my gamma, Taylor tried to help me walk out of the club, but I shoved him angrily away and limped out of the chaotic mess I’d helped create.
“Your High
