The sight before me made a red haze drop over my vision. Leigh was in wolf form, her jaws locked around a human man’s bare throat from her position atop his chest as two other wolves leapt at her back. I howled, the sound a promise of death as I flew across the distance faster than I ever had to protect my mate.
I knocked one of the wolves aside before he could reach her, but the other was on the far side, and he knocked her to the hard stone floor as I eviscerated the first wolf with grim efficiency. I spun from the dying shifter toward the one who was tussling with Leigh, clawing at her side.
Her tawny fur was streaked with red, and my wolf took control. We sprang for her attacker, a scrawny gray wolf who was too big to be this gangly. I took him by surprise, clearly in the midst of a
