Page 46 of The Wolf Prince's Mate

Too strong, too.

He ripped through the metal, his mouth dripping both his blood and the dead guy’s as he stepped over to Nova, turning his head to snarl a warning at Hunter and Enzo.

Both men stopped in their tracks.

Hunter’s hands went up slowly.

Enzo’s did too.

“Don’t hurt her,” Enzo said in a low voice, no hint of dominance in the air. Dominance always made my wolf lose his mind.

My wolf snapped his teeth at the Alpha, snarling viciously.

Nova groaned again, and the wolf’s attention jerked up. He lifted his nose to her face and sniffed, then snarled.

My brothers both stepped toward him, and a roar sent them back a few feet, hands still in the air.

My wolf’s tongue snapped out, and he licked her throat and cheek roughly, again and again. It almost seemed like he was trying to remove the other man’s scent from her skin, but that couldn’t have been right.

She pushed his face away weakly, and he snapped his teeth at her.

I slammed against the bars of my prison, fear blazing through me.

He was going to tear through her hand. He was going to?—

His teeth glanced off her skin lightly, like he was a puppy rather than a fucking insane monster that had just ripped someone’s head from their body.

I stopped rattling the cage.

My wolf had never responded that way to anyone. Not my brothers. Not human women. Not my packmates.

“Clay?” Her voice was groggy, her eyes opening just a crack.

There was too much blood.

We needed to get her out and to the doctor, but my wolf didn’t seem like he was in any hurry.

He nudged her hair aside with his head, trying to find the place she was bleeding. When he found the wound, he licked it until she made a pained sound.

Then he huffed at her before he pulled back.

What the hell was happening?

“I can get her out,” Enzo said from outside the vehicle, his voice low and calm.

He’d realized what I had.

My wolf had wanted to kill everyone he met since I was a kid—but he didn’t seem to want to hurt Nova.

The beast snapped his teeth at Enzo again.

“I have a mate,” Enzo said. “I don’t want Nova. I can help you.”

My wolf snarled.

He wasn’t letting anyone else near her, whether they wanted her or not.

He wasn’t claiming her as his. I didn’t think so, at least.

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