Fortunately I don't have to go far to discover why a woman would gasp in pain.
Yet again, it's another of Nolan's enforcers who all seem to take after their alpha. I don't know all of their names, but I remember this one because he was laughing with Stewart in the den. Liam. He's like a dark- haired version of Kieran Frost, beautiful, but cruel.
"Leave her alone," I order.
The man turns from the dark-haired woman he has pinned to a tree by her throat.
His lips curve in a smile. "And just what—"
I don't bother with words this time. I reach for the pain and the anger that lives inside me now and I let it loose.
With a muffled groan, he stumbles back from the woman and drops to his knees, as he grabs his head.
Since I still have no idea how to control this strange, curse-like gift, he isn't the only one I hit.
The woman cries out as she sinks to the ground and lowers her head.
I rush over to her side. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hit you too. Are you okay? Should I get—"
