Ben’s POV
I open the door and the sickening smell of vampires hits me like a ton of bricks, but it’s the lingering scent of her, my mate, that leaves Mack clawing at my skull to get out.
“She’s here. With him. His scent is all over her!!” he rages, as I step into the expansive living room.
I clench my fists tightly, my eyes scanning the expensive pure white furnishings. I half consider shifting, but I know that a vampire with at least three centuries under his belt is not one to be underestimated.
I make my way over to the doorway in the corner, the scent of her growing with each step that I take. I open the door and my claws extend from my fists at the mere sight in front of me.
There, Yuri stands next to a bed, holding my mate securely as her limp body leans back against his.
