The second Evan approached out of concern, the wolf was back and snarling at even his best friend. “Mine!” Evan fell back immediately as Elijah stood proud immediately and ready to fight. Camille pushed behind him and eyes screamed to kill, his face becoming different as his fangs started to lengthen making Evan groan, “Damn Elijah calm down man, it’s me.”
And it was seeing his concern, Camille intervened, “Elijah? Come on, you know Evan doesn’t want to hurt me.” She touched his back, and he quickly turned to cover her body with his.
No man would take her from him ever. He couldn’t even handle the thought after almost watching it happen. And as the wolf squeezed her tighter, wanting her closer. Under his skin, if possible, the gnawing of his lust and desire became almost unbearable.
