CHAPTER 22; SWEET MADNESS

  As he made his way into the tall church-like building, he was stopped by royal guards. They smelled and dressed like it.  They were smirking at him, looking quite confident.  The first rogue went at him, and in less than three seconds, his head was rolling in the opposite direction from his body.   The fight went on for a while because it felt like the men kept calling for backup, but Zane was too angry to be tired.    His sworn enemy had his hands on his mate; his sweet, fragile mate was being tortured.    Just thinking of that alone sent ripples of electric energy through him, and with every punch and every blow he landed, he dismantled someone's skull and disfigured someone’s face.    By the time he was done, he was thoroughly soaked in blood.    It had even been a fair fight. He'd torn their heads off their bodies, be they wolf or human, in his own human form.  “Tsk,” he thought to himself as he made his way into the building.    Talia's scent string was in the ai