Wyatt- Beast
One blonde head was bent over her and I could tell, even from high above the tree line that he was worshipping at her breast.
A scream ripped through me.
They were touching what was mine. Kissing what was mine.
I was too late.
“Her mate is here.” I heard Mason say the words as I tried shifted my leathery wings back into my body. They didn’t budge, and neither did the carved claws that had erupted in place of my finger nails.
And I knew they wouldn’t until I made sure the two blonde men in the clearing were either dead or far far away from my mate.
Dead sounded like the better idea.
“Wyatt.” Olivia’s voice made my head snap up as I stepped foot in the clearing. My eyes sought hers but there was no fear in them. She had never seen my true Wyvern form , it was somethin
