Rose
Is this what a rabid, vicious dog felt like? It didn’t want to attack, but just couldn’t stop itself, because that’s how I felt. I had pinned this woman to the ground and was now deliberating whether to rip her throat out first or her heart. Why? Because she pissed my wolf off, just for being a b***h and for staring at my mate a little too long. Well, one of them anyway. Either way, my wolf, nor me, was happy about it.
I could hear shouting and swearing, probably Dylan and Zac, but right now all I could see was red. The female was struggling underneath me, my wolf was too strong for her in human form though. As if reading my mind, she began to shift, right underneath my wolf. I snarled as a brown wolf used its hind legs to push me off, sending me flying backwards, causing my
