Chapter Forty
Zeke moved before he could think, his mind being completely controlled by Leer who had gone feral from seeing his mate in that condition and from the wolf fever. A broken howl escaped his lips and his hands curled over the soldier's neck. The man gasped and scratched at his hands but he didn't budge. His claws were slowly pushing out and they dug into the soldier's throat. “No one touches my mate.” He roared before flinging the man across the room. His men stood dumbfounded by the irrational act as they watched him cross the distance, walking over to the man with a predatory aura, his body screamed death. “Zeke.” Lucas called but he wasn't spared a glance. He turned his head towards ivy who still had that smile on her face. “Ivy.” His voice was a plea. “Oh yes.” Ivy nodded. “Stonehe
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