Jean-Luc
As soon as the smell of blood entered my nostrils, it called to a very primal instinct: protect my mate and my pup.
In a flash of a moment, Obsidian took control, and following her scent, we went to the back of a large building. Anxiety ran through my veins, converting my blood into liquid fury. She was there. As soon as my eyes saw the two werewolf warriors, Obsidian pushed to shift to his form, in record time.
The two men made the mistake of taking a step towards my Lycan, each one with a silver knife in their hands, ready to attack. Only a powerful growl from my beast was enough to make the two werewolves tremble convulsively and get down to their knees. Their eyes cast down, the smell of adrenaline—and fear itself—oozing from them. By the looks of it, Obsidian wouldn’t e
