"My mate! Where is she? You bastard!" the Alpha roared, half-shifted into his huge black wolf.
His fur bristled with rage, and his eyes glowed with a feral intensity. He was ready to behead me but remembered at the last moment that he needed me to get his mate back. His growl reverberated through the air, I was sure it could be heard miles from here.
"Erica!!" Johnston bellowed now with desperation and fury.
He, too, was almost shifted, his claws out and his sharp fangs exposed. His eyes were pitch dark, filled with a savage determination. These powerful werewolves were deeply infatuated with their mates and were not to be underestimated. They were willing to go to great lengths to get their women back. I have to tread carefully now.
"Relax," I signed with my hands, trying to project
