Jaxon shifted too, his brown wolf smaller than mine but still formidable. He was an Alpha, after all. A member of the Seven.
But he wasn’t the Apex.
And he had just made the fatal mistake of touching my mate.
I didn’t give him time to attack. Didn’t give him time to defend. I just launched myself at him with all the fury of a wolf whose mate had been threatened.
We collided in a tangle of fur and teeth and rage. I was bigger, stronger, fueled by a primal need to destroy the threat to what was mine. My jaws closed around his shoulder and I bit down, tasting blood, feeling bone give way.
He yelped, trying to break free, but I held on. Shook him like prey. Like something small and weak and pathetic.
Because that’s what he was.
A coward who’d tried to force what should have been freely
