Anger raged through him as he witnessed Damien land on his ass, panic stretching the man's features as he stared, wide-eyed, at the dark wolf easing his way toward him. When Deacon first arrived on the scene, all he could see was the battered way Purity looked, her bleeding face, bruised cheeks, torn shirt. He leaped into the air, putting himself between her and Damien, not even considering if the man had a gun or not, or a knife, or more men hiding in the woods or on their way. All he thought to do was use himself as a barrier between Purity and her attacker.
Then other images came to his mind, his anger causing his wolf to lose control, to want to tear the man on the ground to pieces, images like Vic's body battered and bruised until she had died. Deacon looked at Damien but saw two men
