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Rylan catches me again.

Something inside me snaps.

I spin and shove him hard enough to send him backward.

“What the fuck do you want from me?”

Rylan catches his balance. “I want you to let me help you.”

“Help me?”

My laugh tears out of me.

“Where the fuck was all this help when she was dying?”

His face changes.

I don't care.

“Where was all this fucking power?”

My fist connects with his jaw. Rylan's head snaps sideways.

“What the fuck is the point of being strong?”

I hit him again. He stumbles backward.

“I can kill rogues.”

Another punch.

“I can make wolves kneel.”

Rylan catches himself against a tree, blood running from the corner of his mouth.

“I can protect an entire fucking pack.”

I grab him and slam him against the trunk.

“But I couldn't protect her!”

Rylan grabs my wrists.

“I couldn't protect the one person the Moon Goddess made for me!”

I rip myself free.

“My mate. My other fucking half. My other rib. My other lung.”

My fist catches his mouth again. Blood spills down his chin.

“My air.”

Rylan takes the hit.

“My blood.”

I swing again. He catches my fist this time.