LUNA-SHIP

Derek tightened his hold on Emma's laps, withholding himself from dropping his little witch on his cousin's hands, and then giving his beta's twin a slap of his own, as he heard the last words of the troublesome girl. Rather, he ignored her and stared down at his little witch who was breathing faintly. He was sure that they had done something more, the two devious people in front of him, to his mate; only a slap couldn't do this.

  He stared keenly at Emma till he saw reddish markings on her neck like she had been choked. He swatted the long strands of her red hair obstructing his view of her neck, and gasped, fuming in anger as he got wind of what had just happened. If his beta hadn't come when he did, Claire would have chocked his mate to death, while her mother watched and cheered her on.