The only sound was the heavy silence, broken by the hot, monstrous breathing of that creature. He turned. His blood-red eyes flashed with pure fury, still full of the hate and disgust that had consumed every bone of the renegades who had dared touch what did not belong to them.

There she was.

Thrown across the cold cave stones, her small body trembling, bruised, filthy, stained with blood. Completely naked, pale skin marked with scratches, bruises and cuts, hair plastered to her face, smothered in mud and blood. What made him angrier than anything was the smell, the smell of many males on her.

The smell of what they had done.

A low growl escaped his throat as he stepped closer. With every step his instinct demanded blood, but there was no living thing left there to take his fury. Only pain, emptiness and shame remained.

He shifted into human form without hurry, feeling his fangs slide back into human teeth, blood running down his bare torso, his eyes still feral. He dropped to his knee