#Chapter 110 Rage and Rubble

Mira The wolf in front of me was not my husband. I had to keep reminding myself that. I chose flight over fight in the split second I had before I knew he would be rushing at me, claws out, aiming for my throat. Unless I could get through to him. “Dominic, it’s me!” I shouted as I backed up and out of view. My words were met with a snarl and movement that knocked over most of the contents to bathroom counter. “Dominic!” I tried reaching him through the link we shared, hoping my Fated Mate was coherent enough not to kill me. “Kill.” The voice was responded was not Dominic’s, but some deeper possession that was holding him hostage. And whatever he had consumed from that bottle was not one of my calming tinctures but something that would cause this destructive behavior. Just as I was reaching the side table where my medical kit sat, Dominic lunged out of the bathroom. He had to turn around the corner to find me across the bedroom, but it didn’t take him long. I gri