On the Edge

Content warning: This chapter contains mature themes including sexual situations and violence. Leo. My wolf is clawing at the underside of my skin as I cradle Emily's limp body to my chest. The pull to claim our mate is a vicious snarling thing, only enflamed by her heat-soaked scent. Every primal instinct demands I take her now. She's burning up. Vulnerable. Ripe for the claiming. My wolf, Dominick's voice is gravel and gunpowder, more beast than man. I grit my teeth so hard my jaw creaks. No. She's hurt. We protect our mate, not ravage her. Even as the human words leave my mouth, something darker and more ancient writhes in my blood. The need to dominate. Possess. Mine. I shove it down with a growl. Emily mewls faintly, a fragile, frightened sound. So different from her usual firecracker defiance. Rage pools in my gut, thick and acidic. I want to tear something apart. When I find the bastard who did this to her... "Leo?" Logan links in my mind. "Joe will meet you at Granddad's huntin