Chapter 9 Devon

I was furious. Beyond furious.

Where did Amelia’s ex-boyfriend get off on hurting Nate like that?

Better yet, why did he even hurt Nate like that?

I didn’t know and I didn’t care. My blood was pounding inside my veins; hands shaking and, though it scared me, I knew I meant what I said. If he dared to touch Nate again, I would kill him. I didn’t even think I’d have a say about it, really. It was like something primal and animalistic started to take over my body. I didn’t shift, but the urge was there. This happened a lot before the mating ritual–guys pairing off and competing for mates and, eventually, the title of alpha, and to be honest, even though I didn’t expect Nate to be involved, I was anticipating that someday Amelia’s ex and I would compete for the title of Head Wolf.

“Are you okay?” That voice belonged to some other blonde dude who stepped in. I didn’t know him, nor did I appreciate the way he was eyeing Nate’s wounds.

“Who the hell are you?” I growled.

“Uh,” the guy smiled