Ulric Bloodfang, The Lycan King
Chaos roared in my ears, drowning out the panicked shouts of the guards and the sputtering protests of Dr. Pierce.
Lasers streaked through the air, turning chunks of the ornate ceiling into wisps of smoke. The smell of ozone crackled, fueling the rage already boiling within me. My lycan nature clawed at the edges of my control, demanding release.
But I held it back.
This was not the time. Caldwell had taken Isabella. My mate. The mother of my unborn child. My entire being pulsed with the need to rip, tear, and unleash the beast within upon those who dared separate us.
However, logic clawed its way through the primal hunger. This was a delicate dance, fraught with unforeseen consequences. Attacking these guards, adding bloodshed to the confusion, would
