Third Person's Point of View
Vincenzo watched as Miranda stormed away from him. He saw the disappointment in her eyes and realized he’d messed up.
"Fuck!" he cussed as he pulled his hair angrily. "I was just looking out for her!"
"You should trust her," his wolf, Blackwood, scolded him.
"I trust her. I just don't trust that motherfucking cunt!" Vincenzo glared at the barbershop.
He balled his fists and clenched his jaw tightly as he fought against his will of barging into the barbershop and beating up Kaspar.
"He is our mate's long-lost friend. Even though he might have returned with an ulterior motive, she can't sit back and watch him suffer when she can help... Acting too vigilant around him would upset her and make her feel like you don't trust her," Blackwood said.
"But I can't bear to watch them getting close. That's obviously his intention. He wants more than her help. And don't pretend like it doesn't bother you at all—you’re the one growling in my head every time you see her s
