“You never touch my Fucking. Woman. You don’t threaten her.”
He stares up; his body is completely rigid. “P-please.”
My vision is far hazier on details when I’m the wolf.
I can see better in the dark and have a keen eye for movement, even when it’s extremely far away. But details often escape me.
I’m able to make out the tattoo under his eye. The features are blurry and darkened somewhat, but I’m willing to bet I know what it is.
A wolf.
A fresh hunter. One of those fools who tattoos himself thinking it makes him tough.
I open my mouth, trembling with the need to hurthimfor trying to hurt my woman.
“Don’t.”
It’s her voice, Ruby’s.
It trembles, and she sounds as terrified as she smells. And yet, beneath the fear, I can still scenther. The essential essence of her.
Even now, it’s a struggle not to turn, not to touch her.
“Don’t kill him.”
I pause, leaning back a little, knowing I need to listen. This is messy enough as it is.
Not many have seen us, but all it will take is one wrong turn, one passerby.
“I’m sorry,” the man croaks, finding his voice. “Please. I’m so sorry. I’m sorry. Please.”
“Don’t hurt him,” my woman says, her voice touching a part of me I didn’t know existed when I was this far in the wolf.
Or even when I’m unchanged.
Emotion thrums through me, too confusing for my savage mind to make sense of.
But I know that Ruby doesn’t want me to hurt him, andIdon’t want to hurt him, not badly.
Except I do. I’m thirsty for it, for revenge.
Nobody fucking touches her!
I let out a stupid howl, the sort I’ve never let out in this city. It makes the walls and the ground tremble. A car alarm starts blaring from the mouth of the alleyway.
Then I step back, standing on my hind legs, staring down at the man.
When I wave a paw, and he just lies there, I snarl again, deeper this time.
Go!
This time he gets the message, leaping to his feet and sprinting away.
I turn to find Ruby standing with her hands clasped over her middle. Her hair seems slightly wavy with wolf eyes, soft down to her shoulders.
Her scent dances around her like an aura.
My cock is rock-solid, my need to mate strong, my primal instincts alight as I return to all fours and stalk closer.