47. Tony's story. A
Wulfric
He kissed her!. He kissed my mate!. He kissed my Luna!. How dare he lay a kiss my mate!. All I wanted to do was rip him apart, bone to bone.
That fucking red haired bastard touched my mate. My wolf was almost ripping through my chest in agitated to sight for his mate. If took a lot of self control and restraint to keep it down and not let it take over.
If I let my wolf take over and he would have definitely killed that bloody red head.
Before I caught them kissing, I was on my own minding my own dang business but my wolf wouldn't stop whining at me, he could sense her sadness from within, his mate was sad and he waa urging me to do something about it.
And so I had gone in search of her to console her. Foolish me!.
After trailing her scent around, I found that she wasn't in class and was at a balcony.