Xander POV
What the f**k is a werebear doing on my lands? I heard Frankie fall and spared a glance her direction. I found her crumpled on the ground. With a sigh, I snarled at the bear. "Shift asshole." I commanded. The bear huffed before turning into a mountain of a man.
I warily watched him, taking him in. He stood taller than me by alot, maybe 6 inches? Dark black hair fell to his shoulders, long beard, muscles on top of muscles. His black eyes receeded into a brown color. He smelled the air and growled in a thick Russian accent, "What are you doing with my mate?"
"What do you mean, your mate? She is my mate." I retorted.
He roared in displeasure. "No wolf will touch my mate." he ran towards me again.
I snarled, "You moron, this is my land that you're trespassing on, and you think
