Marlie’s POV
“Honestly, Ian, what the hell were you thinking?” Damian practically shouted the words as his hands came up to rub his face. “Not only shifting in a public place but murdering a human too? I mean seriously, Ian, were you trying to get yourself in trouble?”
“He saw my claws, he knew I wasn’t human,” Ian muttered the words, refusing to make eye contact with anyone, instead choosing to stare straight at the desk. “He had to die.”
“He isn’t wrong, Damian,” I spoke up, walking towards my mate. “I saw it myself, it was already too late. We both know that humans can’t find out about the existence of werewolves, not if they don’t have some relation to the creatures.” I had to defend Ian, this wasn’t his fault. I mean yeah, he was the one to rip the guy’s throat open, but he did it
