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into his arms. He hissed at Winter, exposing his fangs; the enraged look on his face promised unspeakable harm to Winter if he ever had the chance. He carried Gabriella off into the woods.
    The hairless vamp charged Winter. As he lunged at her, he was met by the young man, who crashed into him midair, pulling him to the ground. The teenager quickly gained the upper hand, pushing the vampire hard to the ground. Pounding at the vampire repeatedly, he ended the brutal assault by pulling a stake from his back pants pocket and shoving it into the vampire’s chest. The vampire gurgled out a horrid sound as the smell of necrotic tissue filled the air. I turned my head, but not fast enough to avoid seeing him take out a knife and behead the vampire. Nausea set in as the smell of death and blood filled the air. In the past twenty-four hours, I had experienced an overdose of violence and death and I had had enough.
    Ethan’s steel-gray eyes remained glued on me. Each step he took made my heart rate increase to the point it was erratic. The teenager and Winter stood on each side of him. Neither of them looked happy with me.
    “Is anything broken?” Ethan’s gruff voice asked.
    “I’m fine.”
    “Good. Follow me and try to keep up,” he commanded as he began to run. My shoulder ached but I couldn’t show it. I followed them back to the house. The teenager stayed close, occasionally asking if I were okay and whether I needed to stop. Repeatedly I assured him that I was fine as I pushed to stay in pace with them step for step. The woods’ unleveled terrain jostled my shoulder, making each step painful and the journey back seem longer.
    Sebastian opened the front door before we reached it. The look on his face couldn’t be classified as anger anymore. He had taken anger, dipped it in rage and left it to marinate for hours. No, the emotions on his face could make anger its bitch. He started to walk—or rather stalk toward me. When I recoiled, he took several deep even breaths, turned around and with great effort walked away.
    “Anyone injured?” Dr. Baker asked, focused on Winter.
    “Not really. You may need to check the problem,” she stated as she jerked her head in my direction. “Chase used her shoulder as an appetizer.”
    He nodded. “Did everything go okay?”
    Winter shrugged, “Chase really hates me now. He’s probably plotting his revenge as we speak—undoubtedly something long, torturous and bloody. I suspect if I tried to die too quickly, he would revive me just to prolong the torture. I win. I am clearly the one he hates the most in this pack,” she stated, proudly baring all her teeth in a grin.
    “It’s not a competition and definitely not one you should be involved in. Winter, what did you do?” It sounded like it was a question he had asked far too many times.
    “I broke Gabby’s arms in eight places,” she replied, looking away from his aggravated gaze.
    “That was rather unnecessary,” he stated with a reproachful glare.
    “It wasn’t my intention,” she responded with genteel pout. “I had no other options,” she turned toward him giving him a look of limpid doe-eyed innocence, which he didn’t believe for a second. He cocked his eyebrow and shook his head slowly, obviously irritated.
    She sighed so heavily her lips rumbled from the force. “Okay, fine, they bug me! They are too weird even for vampires! Ugh, every time I see them I just want to break something on them. She dyed her hair this ridiculous burnt orange; she looks like a bruised carrot. He looks like a Goth Abercrombie & Fitch model,” she admitted as she flung her arms dismissively at the thought of them.
    She sneered at me and did that weird eye thing once she caught me staring at her. I wasn’t sure if it were the fact that she really hated Gabriella and Chase or she had a genuine love for violence, but I saw the pleasure she gained from torturing Gabriella. It was sadistic.
    The teenager looked down at my wound under