Chapter 65

MASON’S POV Kade was going to kill me. As I groaned, feeling the blinding pain of my arm being pulled out of my socket, I had one thought: What the fuck? I’d sparred with Kade more times than I could remember. He always won. But never like this. He always pulled his punches, his ‘killing blows’ were a mock. Sparring was an exercise, a way to blow off steam. This wasn’t that. Groaning, I pulled out my other hand from beneath me and tapped it against the floor. A sign that I was tapping out—surrendering. Kade didn’t move, leaning his weight heavier on me. I bit back a scream as his knee dug into my spine. I tapped against the floor again, more frantically. “Kade! I fucking surrender!” He leaned forward and growled in my ear. “I should tear out your arm and beat you to death with it.” My eyes widened. This wasn’t Kade. His voice for one, was nothing like my friend of almost thirty years. It was deep, rough, sinister. And the bloodlust in it would have made me shiver if I could move. “Alph