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“Donnie!” I snap at him as instinct takes over.
The need to mate makes him feral as he locks onto her scent. My chest rattles and I try to suppress the savage noises leaving me.
Jonah clearly is petrified.
I reach for Sage and feel my canines slip out. Turning away from him, fighting Donnie for control, primal instincts kick in as he sees our son as a threat.
“Jonah, get in the car,” I grit out as fur covers my arms.
Jonah looks at me, horrified, but I don’t know how to explain without scaring him more. Donnie is wildly trying to take control when I don’t mate her instantly.
“Dad?” Jonah cries, grabbing my arm and making my head snap in his direction. He pulls his hand away. “Dad, you’re scaring me,” Jonah sobs, and I shake my head, or Donnie does at his words.
“Our son
