Cut the head off evil and a worse one spawned in its place, except this time it was the only creature that could destroy me . . . and I wanted it to after what I did to Beckett.
But if I gave up, everything would end, and my remaining mates would meet the same fate—which wasn’t an option. It left me with one choice—find a way to break our mate bonds.
A potentially useless hope, but I was desperate. When I found the monster that created me, if I didn’t win, he’d take out all of us.
But my mates refused to let me act alone, and as hard as I fought, I couldn’t escape the sweet embrace of my wicked beasts.
