GAR
Gar was on his back, ground into the rock by the weight of four fully-grown male Anima, each of them hissing for him to be calm. But they didn't have a clue! His mate—his vulnerable, brave mate was out in the dark, running towards their enemy and he hadn't even gotten to say goodbye!
A growl ripped out of his throat and he felt his skin ripple, his beast yearning not come through and tear chunks from these males that would keep him from protecting her.
