Adrian's POV
I'm suddenly pissed at everything. That fucker. That fucker is with our mate.
Mate. Ours. Mate. Ours.
Is he touching her? Kissing her? f**k.
Ares, my wolf, is livid. His rage burns through me like wildfire, pushing closer to the surface. If I let him take control, it won't take seconds before we're tearing through the woods straight to the Valenwood pack.
Ares howls inside me, deep and menacing. A guttural growl escapes my throat, shaking the pack house walls.
"f**k!" I slam my fist into the wall, cracking the wooden frame.
I need to get away. Harry. He can't see me like this.
I bolt out of the room, sprinting to the cellar, the most secluded place on the estate. My chest heaves as I fight Ares, clenching my fists until my nails bite into my palms.
"She's ours!" Ares
