War
In a second Julian was outside the old creepy house in his wolf form, and in the other he found himself flying towards the closed, dark window, breaking the glass with his body in the process. And if it had been another time, maybe if he had been in his right mind just a little bit, it would have hurt somehow. But it didn’t. Not when he took in the view; Vincent’s hand wrapped around Julian’s mate as he threatened her, and a chain around her ankle, keeping her a prisoner. Like she was his doll. Julian would tear his own skin before letting him touch Alina again. Before Vincent had the time to process things, Julian’s teeth and claws were against his body, shoving him against the wall and away from Alina. A single gasp from his mate was what brought his head back again. He turned and l
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