Delta Holly P.O.V.
………………….in the Appalachian Mountains
I was tackled and slammed into the hard ground. I could feel my head bleeding from a small rock that had “cushioned” my head from the fall. LOL
This damn rogue pinned me down, his heavyweight crushing me. I heard nearby growls loudly, and I knew instantly one of them roars belonged to my second chance mate. I could feel through the matebond that Jackson was scared and livid.
The rogue’s eyes were dark red, and I could tell his wolf was present and in control.
I spit on him and growled. The rogue growled back at me and then started squeezing my throat tight. I continued to struggle underneath him, but it was no use. The bastard was stronger than me. After that, I saw an arrow shot into his neck from the side as blood started pour
