DEVYN
The moment our eyes locked, her body went still. I was surprised at the sudden change in her when, a few minutes ago, she was about to murder someone.
Gripping her arm, I pulled her away from the woman she had been hitting. My attention shifted to the blood seeping from her chest, and when I saw the fresh, deep wounds engraved in her skin, a violent surge of anger coursed through me.
I looked back at the unconscious woman sprawled on the floor, her face matted in blood, so much so that I could barely recognize her features. If I had gotten here sooner, the woman would've been probably dead by now, but Gina had beaten her up pretty badly.
Witnessing Gina’s rage had shocked me to the core. I was starting to think I underestimated her. Despite her petite frame, she was undeniably strong. It wasn't just because of the physical strength of a werewolf; her stubbornness and willingness to win fueled her.
I had always liked my women weaker and submissive, but Gina was the complete opposite, and that made her even more attractive.
I pulled her along with me as we drew attention from onlookers.
What she needed was rest.