You Are My Mate, Ever

more force than necessary. The man he grabbed screamed in pain from h

hobbled towards the exit, sobbing like a girl. he walke

ll impacts of flesh on flesh, curses, heavy breathing, and the crash of breaking furniture. He

somewhere. She was in trouble and he wouldn't feel

n stretched out on the floor. They fought with elbows and fists. One of them was throwi

female. A hand with a light pink shine on its nails lay motionless, palm down, near the table l

me from his throat. He bent down, without looking, grabbed the first body he came across, and threw the man aside. He flew several feet and crashe

red hair covered her face. When he realized that the woman was not breathing, he growled again, calling for help from his trained wolf. Slash

s, back, and thighs where men had stepped on her body. A furious growl tore through his throat. He wished he had killed those who did

one hundred and thirty pounds and was approximately five feet four inche

rampled but also wounded. Her skin was still warm. He immediately pressed hi

sed, "They killed

heard her whimper, and assumed that the tragedy had occurred less than a minute ago. So it's not too late. He felt th

ng?" Sheriff Cooper gasped

vest in place, tore it off himself, and gently li

taught him how to react correctly in such situations. Black insisted that all wolves be trained in first aid. He mentally thanke

cious full lips and a thin nose turned out to be very attractive. The cheek that had been pressed to

hoped that their generous size would be enough to ease the pressure on his ches

inched her nose tightly, opened her jaw, and pressed his mouth to hers. He looked carefully at the woman's chest, a

ther portion of air. His gaze was still focused on the neckline of the shirt, and he saw the woman's breast