“NO!”
Jean cried out, the sound grating against the sides of her throat as Aiden’s glistening, sharp fangs sunk into the tender flesh of her daughter’s neck. With a burst of power, she ripped the werewolf from her child and unceremoniously tossed him across the room, a common theme today it seemed, not particularly concerned about the grandfather clock he shattered along the way.
“What have you done?!” she cried, pulling Alexa into her arms as the once thrashing girl stilled, almost as if she had died.
“We just said that it could kill her! How could you be so stupid?!” Jayden angrily yelled.
“I couldn’t just sit here and watch her die, I had to do something!” he sat up, wiping the blood from his lips as his fangs receded and his eyes changed back to green.
“You don’t get to decide that mutt!” Isaac rebuffed, now coming face to face with the shifter, chest puffed out in anger and a defiant look raging in his glimmering green eyes.
“She’s my mate,”
