Violet
The foreign hand on my shoulder felt like burning iron on my skin, a dire and appalling feeling filled my body and soul bringing me back to reality. A low threatening growl resonated through the room making me shiver in fright even if I knew it was not directed at me. The hand on my shoulder disappeared as fast as it came. My body was jerked backwards behind Sawyer who was now shielding me. I watched with big eyes as he caught Marcus´s hand and squeezed it painfully, making him whimper pathetically. I internally smiled, impressed by seeing the strength of my mate in action.
"Don´t touch her!" growled Sawyer as a heavy intimidating aura was snooping out of him, making the fellow werewolves in the room get tense and ready to pounce.
I had to do something before Sawyer would most
