A wave of cold anger washed over Glen's mind. The alpha had seen the witch attack his mate and she had almost succeeded. He dared not imagine what would have happened if he had arrived a little later.
Who was this woman and why did she want to attack him and Eden so much? He had no idea, but there is one thing he did know for sure. He wouldn't let her touch his mate. Not even a strand of hair.
The wolf looked back and watched the omega's chest rise and fall with the rhythm of his breathing. Facing the dominant, the witch was busy venting her anger.
"What did you do? How did you protect the King from my attack? You are a werewolf you can't use magic, how did you do it?"
