POV Mason
When we saw our little spitfire disappear with that guy, all I wanted to do was crush him beneath my feet. Once this arduous day was over, I was surprised I would get that luxury on the field. What were the odds he was a tight-end?! “Let him taste his own blood!” My wolf shouted. I may be the gentle giant out of the four of us, but I promise you my wolf is the scariest. He’s all the pent-up emotions I normally can’t let loose. For obvious reasons. That’s what makes me the best enforcer of the group.
“I don’t think that’s such a good idea. Even if I agree with you. Maybe we can just break a bone or two.” I retorted.
“Blood! He’s not allowed to touch what’s ours! I want blood!” He snapped back.
I sighed heavily as the whistle blew. I guess I can’t stop him from getting retri
