Matthew
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Rage.
My blood boiled as I recognized the wolf chasing my mate. It was the b.astard Alpha that wanted to take her by force.
Aoife raced ahead of me, her wolf form graceful and lithe.
“Niamh…” Torin growled possessively in my mind. I shared the feeling; her wolf form was stunning. Her fur was long, shiny, and, most unusually, blonde. Gorgeous.
She dropped her clothes, desperate to reach her goal, and the b.astard growled loudly. He was close, too damn close.
Torin and I decided to take a stand, to give her the time she needed to reach the stone. We meant every word when we promised to protect her, even if it meant our life. And we’d be damned if this Alpha ever got to lay his filthy paws on her. If we died, we’d take him with us.
We turned, faced the Alpha pursui
