The only sound was the heavy silence, cut by the hot, monstrous breath of the creature. Then he turned. His blood-red eyes sparkled with pure fury, still burning with the hatred and disgust that had consumed every bone of the rogues who had dared to touch what didn’t belong to them.

There she was.

Lying on the cold stones of the cave, her small body trembling, covered in bruises, filth, and blood. Completely naked, her pale skin was marked with scratches, bruises, cuts. Her hair clung to her face, sticky with blood and mud. But what enraged him most was the smell. The stench of too many males on her.

The scent of what they had done.

A deep growl rumbled from his throat as he moved closer. With every step, his instincts screamed for more blood, but there was nothing left alive to suffer his wrath. Only pain, emptiness, and shame remained.

He shifted into his human form without hurry, feeling his fangs retract, blood still dripping down his bare torso, his eyes still wild. He dropped to