Tyler
Rolf looked intently at Gabriel’s wolf, refusing to bare his neck or show any sign of submission to the psychotic Alpha, even though his aura was strong. Instead, my wolf growled in defiance, showing his canines to the Alpha wolf, clearly challenging him.
We would make him pay, but before that, we would take care of who really mattered: our mate.
His wolf released a guttural growl, searing with hatred and rage. He had crazy eyes, something that mirrored my old self a little. Did Rolf look this way when he attacked Clair?
“Of course not! I’m much more handsome than this mutt! Besides, I was lost but this wolf is batshit crazy, his mouth is foaming. A bug bit him! He surely had rabies, or worse! Do not compare me to him!” Rolf grumbled, growling at me before his eyes met Gabrie
