Amber’s P.O.V.
Seriously?
What the hell just happened here?
Meeting my mate, I had wondered about it my entire life. Fantasized about it, dreamed about it even. The way we would meet, what he would say to me, what he would look like. But this right here, I had never been able to think about this. And I wasn’t f*****g happy about it either. Right now, I felt objectified more than anything. My mate had not barked away one, but two of my friends. After he had gone full out caveman and nearly punched my attacker to death. Now, him beating up that asshole, I could live with, easily. I guess any mate would have done that to protect his mate, but still… He could have knocked him out cold, and at least ask me how I was doing, no? And when two of my friends did just that, he went full out crazy
