*Adrian POV*
I get out of the shower and grab the soft white towel hanging on the rail next to me to dry myself off when my chest unexpectedly tightens again and realization hits me, my Cora is in trouble. Without warning my wolf starts to claw at me from the inside, begging me to set him free so he can run to his mate and rescue her from whatever is causing her distress. This is unbearable; I think to myself as I pace back and forth. I cannot go on living with these feelings, knowing when she is scared or hurt and unable to help her. But also knowing each time another man places his stinking hands on her. My wolf snarls at the thought of another man touching our mate. I hate this every bit as much as what you do, I assure him.
In an instant my face is on fire and an excruciating pai
