Adnar's POV The wolf had a different view of the world. All was sharper, brighter, all the smells struck the nose more, all the sounds were much more intense. Instinct, territory and hunt buried human thoughts deep. But there was one thing, which was as clear as the animal haze. Mate. The woman in the bed was mine. The attachment between us was like a physical rope, pulling at my chest, which held the human part of me not to sink in those wolfish instincts. She wasn’t prey or a threat. She was pack, family, something I had to defend. The gun-wielding woman was another one. Her smell was bad--acid with terror and hate. She was brandishing a gun on my mate. Threat. Danger. Must get rid of her. I banged myself across the room before even the human half of me could contemplate any scheme. Now it was the wolf, pure instinct. Guard mate, kill enemy, guard land. The eyes of Iris were opened and I flew toward her. She attempted to swing the gun around, but I was quicker. My teeth
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