Chapter 175: The Reckoning for Barry

Zendedari crouched low, his fingers gripping the bloodstained shirt of the man before him. Rage simmered within him, fierce and primal, urging him to close the distance between himself and the trembling human. The scent of fear was thick in the air, intoxicating, stirring the darkest parts of him to take over. Every word Caitlin had shared about this man and his accomplice replayed in his mind, their threats, their intentions. The desire to protect his mate—his everything—was entwined with an insatiable hunger for revenge. He wanted this kill to be slow, deliberate, and drenched in the satisfaction of watching life drain from the man’s eyes. "Zendedari, don't do this." Enoch’s voice cut through the haze of bloodlust, his tone calm but urgent. Enoch stood a few feet away, eyeing his brother with a mixture of caution and concern. "You’ve too much to lose." Zendedari’s head snapped up, teeth bared in a feral snarl. Enoch’s words barely registered. The impulse to kill had nearly eclipsed