Andrew's POV
"Nothing is wrong, dumbo. He is definitely not going to hurt her. If he is doing anything bad to her, I would be the first to detect that, immediately." My wolf said to me with a snort, as if he was mocking me that I was dumb.
I grunted at his attitude, torn between irritation and relief. His assurance did calm me down a bit, but the uneasiness still lingered stubbornly.
Reluctantly, I kept quiet, even though every fiber of my being screamed to intervene as it seemed my mate was hurting. It took every bit of self-control to remain still. I watched on, impatiently, with tensed muscles.
After what felt like an eternity, but in reality, was actually few minutes, my father finished whatever he was doing and removed his claws from her neck and I felt a wave of relief wash over me.
My eyes immediately fixated on the marks left behind.
