Damien
I saw red.
Scarlet was sitting on a bench near the fountain, her laughter carrying on the breeze like a melody I didn’t deserve to hear. But she wasn’t alone. My jaw clenched as I watched a guy sitting next to her, leaning closer than I was comfortable with. Too close. He said something that made her laugh again, and the sound hit me like a dagger straight to the chest.
Jake.
I’d seen him before. One of the human guys from her friend group. I knew he wasn’t a threat—not to her, not to me. But that didn’t stop the surge of possessive rage clawing its way through my veins. He had no right to touch her, to be so close, to make her laugh in a way that wasn’t because of me.
Before I could think, before I could even take a breath, I was moving. My body acted on instinct, my wolf claw
