Page 45 of The Wolf Prince's Mate

I pulled off and threw my car into park, lunging out of the vehicle.

The scent of blood hit my nose.

Nova’s.

And a man’s.

I heard a groan, and the slam of something hard against metal as I gave my location to my brothers. The doors and windows of the vehicle were crushed, the whole thing smashed.

In one window, I could see Nova hanging upside down. Her face was against the window, and there was blood on it.

Fear for her life made me stop in my tracks—and my wolf took the opportunity to break free.

I gasped out a curse as he tore through my skin, barreling toward the car.

Not toward Nova.

Toward the man he’d noticed sitting in the backseat, trying to shove the smashed door open.

Nova’s stalker.

My wolf slammed into the car, and the entire thing rocked as the door crashed into the man’s side.

His pained gaze landed on my wolf, and his face paled.

Most people had never met a wolf as big as mine and my brothers, but my wolf’s size wasn’t the real problem. That was his head.

My wolf’s teeth chomped into the metal of the door before he tore it away, trying to get it off the car. Sharp pieces ripped up his mouth, but he didn’t give a shit.

The door was already wrecked enough that between his teeth and the way he yanked, he got it open.

He bit down on the man’s shirt next, moving too fast for the guy to shift and fight back. The scent of his blood was strong enough that I didn’t think he could even try to hold his ground against my wolf.

My beast got him on the ground and ripped his throat out without pause. The rest of his neck followed, until the bastard’s head was severed from his body.

By the time he lifted his head from the corpse, Enzo and Hunter were already there in their human forms, trying to get the door off the car so they could get to Nova. Aspen was nowhere to be found—which was a good call, considering my wolf was running rampant.

My wolf surged toward the vehicle.

Toward the scent of blood.

Nova’s blood.

I slammed my weight into the cage he’d trapped me in, shouting into the void between us as I watched helplessly through his eyes.

Enzo barked a warning at Hunter. Hunter’s wolf was in his eyes, calling the shots, when he turned toward mine as if he was going to try to fight.

Enzo knew better, and tackled Hunter to the ground, taking him down hard and rolling them a few feet away.

My wolf slammed into the car’s door, and Nova groaned softly.

She was alive.

My wolf roared, then tore into her door the same way he had her stalker’s.

“Get him away from her,”I snarled into my brothers’ minds.

They were on their feet, moving toward him, but my wolf was too fast.

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