Page 57 of Unbreakable Bond

Michael. His brother. His PackAlpha.

Rafe jumped into the fight, viciously swiping at the wolves he didn’t recognize as pack. He slashed a grey wolf across the belly and moved on to the next. A silverback leaped on him and he sank his teeth into its throat and jerked until the neck snapped. He tossed aside the limp body and shouldered his way through a small band of red wolves that were trying to corner him. He found Michael being double-teamed by a large black wolf with a white streak and a gray wolf with blood pouring from a wound in his side that Rafe’s brother must havedelivered.

He snarled and leapt onto the injured wolf’s back. He sank his claws deep until the wolf buckled and then used his fangs to rip him apart. The black and white wolf snarled but instead of leaping to the defense of his fallen friend he turned andran.

Michael was on the ground and Rafe nuzzled him, checking for signs of how hurt he was. It was merely a flesh wound. Michael was okay. He was going to live. He was going to survive. Rafe wasn’t going to lose him. Not here and now. Not tonight. Rafe whined and Michael nuzzled him in return, reassuring him that he wasokay.

A wolf howled a sound that could only be retreat and the foreign wolves that were still standing began to scatter. Rafe caught sight of the black and white wolf snarling from the woods as his friends raced past him and his own wolf snarled in return. He didn’t like that at all. He didn’t like that this wolf seemed to be the leader of them and that he’d gone straight forMichael.

His wolf took off afterhim.

Somewhere behind him, dimly, he heard Michael growl. He knew his brother wanted him to stop. He knew that he should go back and protect his injured little brother. His pack. He should stay but he couldn’t stop. He couldn’t goback.

He was too close to the edge. He’d lost control and he couldn’t get his wolf back in line. He’d known that shifting tonight would have consequences. He’d worried about what would happen but he hadn’t worried about this. About losing Michael. And it had pushed him over the edge, not to it but overit.

His human side had burrowed too deep and he wasn’t ready to surface yet. His wolf was too powerful. He was crazed with blood lust and terror. The last time this had happened it had taken days for him to regain his skin and years until he felt like he was truly back in control. This time, he wasn’t sure he would ever be able to comeback.

And this time he really would loseeverything.