Rafe
“For f**k’s sake, Sarge,” Deke takes a punch to the gut and grunts. He’s a big fucker, and he’s used to taking hits. He’s the crazy one—he used to pick fights all the time. It annoyed the s**t outta me.
Now I’m the one who wants to rip the world apart.
“Don’t f*****g touch her,” I punctuate each word with my fist. Deke blocks half the blows, retreating into the woods. I’ve noticed he’s been drawing me away from the house and his mate.
Sadie’s on the stoop by the front door, pressing her lips together. Adele is...gone. My wolf is frantic, trying to tell me something. The rage is receding.
Before I can ask where Adele is, Channing slams into me. His arms go around me.
“He’s not touching her,” Channing bawls. “He was making sure she’s safe.”
“I f*****g know!” I grunt. “Get the f**
