Fur and blood.
These were two things that scattered the area, and the roar of the wolf was clear within the air. I had never seen anything like it. The fact that Sonny was fighting for me was one of the scariest and yet sexiest things I had ever witnessed.
No one had ever fought for me– at least not since my parents were alive.
“Stop!” I tried to scream, but the sound of their fighting was far louder than my plea.
I had to do something. Stop them in some way.
Using all the energy I had left within me I forced my hands from the already loose restraints, and tried to free myself. I wasn’t sure what it was I would do once free, but I had to try something.
I watched as Jeremy’s wolf collided repeatedly. His fangs digging into Sonny, and blood coating his fur.
I couldn’t lose my mate. The fear and struggle to set myself free so I could help Sonny pushed the adrenaline through my veins.
