Page 35 of Fear

Then—

“GOLIATH! STOP.”

King’s voice cut through the chaos like a whip. Goliath didn’t loosen his grip. Didn’t move, because nothing could pull him away from this kill. Except one word, one name.

“Sofia.” Goliath’s breath stilled. King stepped forward, his expression dark, his phone gripped tight in his hand.

“She’s missing.” Everything inside Goliath went still. No.

King kept his voice level, but the tension in his body was pure rage. “Dash just called. She’s gone. Taken.”

Goliath’s hands trembled where they gripped Grant’s throat. His wolf snarled, howled, raged.

“No.” The word came out low, dangerous.

“Dash and the others are looking for her,” King said.

That didn’t make sense. Goliath’s vision blurred red. His grip tightened. He was going to kill Grant. Rip him apart with his bare hands. But then—

King grabbed him, shoving him back. “We need him alive!”

Goliath let out a snarl, shoving King off. “He’s dead.”

“No, he’s not,” King snapped. “Not until we know who took her.” It took everything in Goliath to step back.

Grant coughed violently, blood running down his face, his eyes wide with terror. Goliath didn’t take his eyes off him. His fury raging through his blood.

“Where is she?”

Grant wheezed. “I—I don’t know.”

Goliath moved so fast that Grant barely had time to react. He grabbed a knife off his belt, slammed it into Grant’s thigh.

The man screamed. Goliath yanked the blade back out, shoving him against the ground. “You better start remembering real fucking fast.”

But even through the pain, Grant’s confusion was real. The bastard genuinely didn’t know. Which meant one thing. They were chasing the wrong enemy. The Shadow Riders were done. What was left of them? Dead. Broken. Scattered.

But none of it mattered anymore. Goliath stalked through the carnage, his breath ragged, his body thrumming with barely restrained violence.

Sofia was gone. His mate. His fucking mate.

And he hadn’t been there to protect her. King met his gaze, his own fury barely restrained. “We’re heading back now. We get to Dash, we find out what the fuck happened, and then we hunt.”

Goliath didn’t answer. Didn’t need to, because there was only one thing left in him now. A promise. To the men who took her. To the world that dared to keep her from him. He was coming, and there was nothing that would stop him.

Goliath lost it. The rage inside him detonated, white-hot and all-consuming. A roar tore from his throat, raw and animalistic, shaking the very ground beneath them.

His vision blurred red, his mind a singular, deadly focus—Grant. The bastard was right there. Still breathing. Still fucking existing, and that was unacceptable.

Goliath lunged, his massive hands reaching for Grant’s throat, intent on ripping the life out of him, but before his fingers could close around flesh, arms wrapped around him. Strong. Unyielding.

King. Fang. Dixon. Even Ronan threw himself into the fray, holding him back as he snarled, thrashed, fought to get free.

“LET ME GO!” Goliath’s voice was not human anymore. It was a beast’s snarl, full of murderous intent.

Grant scrambled back, panting, blood dribbling down his mouth.

“He doesn’t know!” King shouted in his ear. “You kill him, we lose our only fucking lead!” Goliath didn’t care. His body jerked violently, throwing Fang off balance, almost breaking free.

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