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But then Hunter stepped in, his fist colliding with Goliath’s jaw—hard. For half a second, his vision went white. The impact snapped something loose in his brain, just enough for reason to flicker back.

His body stilled, breath ragged, shoulders heaving. His heart thundered in his chest, his wolf raging inside him, clawing, screaming to be set loose.

Sofia was gone. His mate, and he had wasted precious fucking time on the wrong enemy.

That single realization sliced through the haze of bloodlust, bringing him back to the present.

“Fuck this.” Without another word, Goliath shoved the men off him. He didn’t wait for orders. Didn’t check if anyone would follow. Grant would be questioned and then disposed of, he would leave it to his brothers to make sure that he didn’t threaten another woman every again.

He turned, stormed toward the nearest Harley, swung his leg over the seat. Engines were still rumbling, heat rising off the metal like steam. His pulsewas a live wire beneath his skin. He twisted the throttle—hard. The bike roared to life, tires skidding on dirt as he peeled out, leaving a spray of dust and rage in his wake.

He was heading for Dash, and when he got there, someone was giving him answers, or they were fucking dead.

Chapter 15

The roar of Goliath’s Harley split through the silence of the night like a war cry. He was coming. His blood was fire, his vision tunnelled, his breath a snarl in his throat. Every muscle in his body was wound so tight that it felt like he might snap apart at the seams.

His mate was gone. Taken. Stolen from him, and someone was going to pay in blood.

The safehouse loomed ahead, dark and foreboding, its security now a goddamn joke. The moment he saw it, his fury ignited into something that barely resembled human rage.

Dash was waiting. Goliath didn’t slow. Didn’t think.

He tore into the clearing, tires skidding, dirt kicking up behind him. Before the bike had even fully stopped, he was off, charging toward Dash like a goddamn freight train. Dash barely had time to brace.

Goliath hit him like a sledgehammer.

“HOW THE FUCK DID YOU LET THIS HAPPEN?!” His roar shook the trees, the house, the very fucking air. Dash grunted as they went down hard, Goliath’s fist already slamming into his jaw. The rage was uncontrollable. Unstoppable.

His wolf was barely restrained, clawing to the surface, its fury nearly ripping him apart.

Dash shoved against him, rolling them over, landing a blow to Goliath’s ribs before they were pulled apart.

“ENOUGH!”

It took four men to hold Goliath back—King, Frost, Dixon, and Hunter, their grips iron-tight as he thrashed, snarling, still reaching for Dash.

Dash wiped blood from his mouth, eyes dark with rage. “You think I don’t feel the same, asshole? You think I wanted this to happen?”

Goliath fought against the hands holding him back, his breath ragged. “She was taken from under your fucking nose!”

“I KNOW!” Dash bellowed back, his own fury raw, barely contained. “You think I slept through it? We were here, goddamn it! We’ve been tearing through the woods, searching for her, but she’s gone, Goliath! She’s just—fucking gone!”

The words hit like a blade to the chest. Gone. His mate. His fucking mate. His body shook with the force of his grief, his anger, his helplessness. The commotion had drawn everyone outside.

Sofia’s absence was a gaping wound, but that didn’t stop the others from reacting to their men’s return.

Dakota was the first to move. She stormed toward Hunter, her eyes flashing, her body vibrating with tension. The second she reached him, she punched him. Hard.

“You fucking left us!” she shouted, her hands shaking as they balled into fists. Hunter let out a grunt but didn’t fight back, didn’t move, just took it.

“You left us here, and they took Sofia!” Dakota’s voice broke. “How the hell are we supposed to feel safe if you’re not here?!”

Hunter grabbed her then, hard, unforgiving, pulling her against his chest. “I know, baby. I know.” His voice was hoarse, raw. Dakota fought it for a second, but then she crumbled, her arms locking around his back, fingers digging into his leather as if he’d disappear if she let go.

Siena was next, her eyes narrowed as she stalked toward Blue. “You stupid, reckless asshole.” He barely got a word in before she kissed him. Hard, fierce, desperate. And Blue? He let her, because he had needed this just as, much as she had.

Mystique’s hands were trembling as she reached for Fang, her lip quivering. “I hate you for leaving me.”

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