Yaroslava's POV
The adrenaline rush pushed my heart rate to unprecedented levels. I was overcome by such a wave of anger that, without thinking of the others, I turned to Jan, accompanied by my words, and poked the man in the chest with my index finger.
“Dog!” I snorted and turned back to the car while the werewolf was still in shock.
I had barely reached for the door handle when Jan's loud laughter came from behind me. He caught up with me almost immediately. The wolf's hot hands were at my waist, pressing my back against him.
“Rosya, you're so funny when you're jealous,” Jan whispered. “
