***ROMAN'S POV***
After walking for a while, we reached the outskirts of the forest. It was time to shift to cover more ground. I turned to the warriors and gave them instructions.
"Mate will ride with us!" Goliath cheered like an excited pup. I heard one of the warriors offer to carry her—that same damn runt who had been gushing over her for the last two days.
Symone shot me a dirty look as if she already knew what I was thinking, then nodded at this asshole.
"Over my dead body!" Goliath instantly pushed me aside, and I let him. She may not have liked me then, but I refused to let my mate ride with another wolf. Especially that son of a b***h.
An uncontrollable growl escaped me, and everyone grew silent. Everyone, of course, except Symone. I stomped to her and that mutt with a rage
