Mitch’s POV:
The blinded rage began hitting at the crusty surfaces of my soul as that foul name left the lips of my mate. I looked over her purple bruises, wincing as I tried to imagine what he possibly could have done to her to cause these marks. I know she could sense my black eyes and I could feel her curiosity, but now is not the time for this.
“What made him think that he could hurt you like this, Gabriella?” I ask calmly, but the storm inside me is brewing. If we were in the Werewolf Realm, I would have been ripped from my own human skin by now. Her eyes dance with an uncertain light, but her sigh signals her acceptance. She knows she has to tell me now. We have gotten this far already.
“He noticed I wasn’t wearing my engagement ring.” She answers simply, her chocolate eyes sti
