“Get your f u c k i n g hand off my wife.” The Wicked Wolf growled out lowly, making even my stubborn wolf cower from its power.
A rush of air, a movement that blurred my vision and the next thing I knew, my savior was being lifted off the ground by the Wicked Wolf. His large hand, the same one that was always on my neck, was on the man that was sent to rescue me. A single hand tightened around the man’s neck, but unlike how the Wicked Wolf holds me, this one was meant to k i l l.
I didn’t even know his name, but the man flailed around, losing breath and life.
And I could only watch on.
The Wicked Wolf doesn’t immediately k i l l him, an animal playing with his food as his dark eyes flickered between me and the man dangling between us. He must have seen the anger in my eyes, the need
