Andrew's POV
An animalistic growl escaped from my mouth as my eyes changed color, indicating that my wolf was at forefront.
The mention of my mate as a sweet gift for the rogues to feast on made my wolf snapped and I was seeing red.
"You won't lay your filthy hands on her." I snarled and grabbed the rogue who my hands could reach at that moment and bit down on his neck. I had partially shifted and all my wolf wanted to see was blood.
The blood of those who had dared to lay hands on my mate.
The rogue struggled to free himself from my hold by biting my hand and shoved me away. I fell from the push as my wolf was already exhausted from the initial fight.
My head spun and the rogues bared their teeth at me, wanting to attack me. However, Beta Moore stepped in and stopped them with a wave of his hand.
