“Fuck,” Jonas hisses, grabbing my elbow and pulling me to the side.
Everyone eyes me suspiciously and I wonder if they can tell that this is Silas’ shirt, like I smell like him.
I try to take a deep inhale, but it seems like I don’t have that particular shifter trait.
“You think you’re fit to lead the pack when you bring a fucking witch to the pack lands?” the man across from Silas spews.
Silas doesn’t look at me, but I can almost see that Thorin is begging to come out.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” Jonas hisses under his breath.
“Did you know I was his mate?” I ask, and the man sighs next to me.
“You should go home.”
“Do not let her fucking leave,” Silas points over at us, but doesn’t stop staring across the way at the man challenging him. It’s an open field, the autumn night air crisp as the birds chirp and the shifters watch on like this is the most entertainment they’ve had in years.
“You two are honestly the messiest individuals I’ve ever met,” Jonas complains.
I roll my eyes.
“Where is your mate tonight?” I ask, not looking away from Silas.
“Safe, at home with our baby boy,” he says proudly, and I smile at that.
“What do you have to say for yourself, bringing a filthy fucking w?—”
His opponent doesn’t finish his sentence as Thorin comes rippling out of Silas’ body so fast it happens in a blink of an eye. His jeans and shirt ripped to shreds on the ground.
It’s nearly embarrassing how quickly Thorin jumps on the man, his paws pressing against his chest.
“God dammit,” Jonas says.
“What?”
“There’s no fucking way Thorin is going to let him live.”
“Good,”Azure purrs in my ear and I swallow as I watch that happen.
I came here thinking I was going to give Silas a piece of my mind, but it appears it might just backfire on me completely.
Especially as soon as Azure sees her beloved wolf. I can feel her pushing against my mental walls, begging to come out, begging to reunite with her mate.
Before I can speak, before any of the other wolves has a chance to degrade me any further, Azure rips her way out of me, breaking her promise, ripping Silas’ shirt and taking over.
There’s a short minute where I’m aware, but it’s brief. The last thing I remember before losing myself is a deep rumbled purr that sends a shiver up my spine.
“My mate,” it says, and I know without a doubt it’s Thorin, greeting Azure with nothing but happiness.
I suppose my confrontation with Silas is going to have to wait.
Chapter 36
It’s all a blur. The last thing I remember is Violet popping into existence the exact moment that dumb motherfucker was challenging me. He called her a filthy fucking witch, and all I saw was red.
The only consideration I had was keeping Violet safe, protecting her honor, and making that fucking asshole pay.
I groan as I run a hand down my face. My hair is wet, and there’s no crusted blood from the challenge on my face—it’s really rather disgusting when Thorin does that. I blink away the aches and look around, seeing that I’m in the Alpha cabin, and there is a very pissed off, also wet, Violet glaring down at me.
