Mason stalked closer to the tent as he kept his gaze on the two guards standing in front. He could hear their conversation from his position.
"Of course, he's the first one to have a go with her," the taller one said with a grunt. "They're usually despondent after he's finished. It takes the joy out of it when it's my turn."
The shorter one laughed. "That's the way it is with Barrick. I'm just glad he shares. It's been a while since we had one so…" He moved his hands in an hourglass shape. They laughed again, and it took only a second for Mason to understand what they were discussing. They wanted to touch his mate.
"Kill them! Kill them ALL!" Rodin roared inside his head. The thought of anyone touching their mate in that way made their blood boil. Before he could react, they all heard s
