The.
Fuck.
Was she talking to?
“That’s amazing! Yes, I’ll absolutely be at the festival.”
Festival?
My stomach twisted violently.
By the time she hung up, she was glowing with happiness.
And suddenly every irrational fear inside me sharpened into claws.
Had she invited another male?
Did she regret kissing me already?
Had I imagined the connection between us?
The jealousy made me careless.
Too focused on her.
Too distracted to notice danger approaching.
By the time I saw Gunner moving toward her, it was already too late.
Amrin turned directly into him.
The Wolf barely moved while she stumbled backward from the impact, nearly falling onto her perfect ass.
“Oh, watch it, Witch,” he snarled.
“S-sorry,” she said quickly, visibly shrinking.
Instantly, rage detonated inside me.
Then Gunner leaned closer.
“No shit you’re sorry.” His gaze dragged over her body obscenely. “But I see you, flaunting that fat ass and those tits around like you’re begging to get bent over.”
Something inside me snapped.
It just broke.
Totally.
Completely.
Mine.
The thought roared through my skull with violent finality.
I launched from the shadows before logic could intervene.
My fist collided with Gunner’s jaw hard enough to send the Wolf flying backward into his packmates.
