Moon Dancer - Hidden Wolf 1

Ares

The fear that travels through me is none like I've ever known before.

I never knew it was possible to be so scared for someone else.

But looking at Grayson's body in the witch-wolf's arms, I realized I would not survive if he took her away from me. I needed to get her back in my arms.

She was my mate.

My mate.

Grayson was my mate.

"Get your dirty hands off of her." I growl, taking a step toward them, my fingers sparking with electricity. My pack steps with me, our growls more menacing than anything I've ever heard.

The man with the black-purple hair smiled at me.

"I think we both know that she's the one that's dirty." He says.

Finn steps forward. "Larkin." He called the man. The knowledge of the name was new to me.

Larkin smiles. "Present."

"Get your fucking hands off of her." Jagger growled, the earth rumbling with the noise.

Grayson was out of it. She was still conscious, kneeling on the ground facing us, but her head was lulled back onto the man's shoulder. He held her with one arm banded around her waist and the other he brought up to stroke her hair.

Larkin eyed us. "I am curious about one thing though."

"Give her to us and we'll answer questions." Finn says.

Larkin thought about it, but just stroked Grayson's hair again. A fierce growl rumbled out of my chest. Violet eyes glowed with excitement. "Why is the lead pack so protective over this one?"

His purple eyes seemed like they could see straight into our souls.

"Are you her mates?" He asked.

For a reason I didn't understand, my instincts told me not to answer the question.

"We're the lead pack. Our job is to get rid of Gypsy filth like you." I looked at Grayson again, her fluttering eyelashes against her cheeks as she fought to maintain consciousness. "Now let her go."

Larkin's eyes guttered. "Ohh." He smirked and grabbed Grayson's chin in a death grip. He yanked her head forward and all four of us took a simultaneous step toward them. "Gracie, Gracie, Gracie."

The fucker laughed as Grayson whined.

I grit my teeth together. "Let. Her. Go."

Larkin forces Grayson's head back as far as it would go. Her hair fell away, baring her pristine white neck. Unmarred. Unmarked. Unharmed.

He ran a finger down the column of her neck and looked back to us.

"Surely, if she was your mate, you would have marked her by now." His eyes study us closely. "To not do so would be idiotic."

I gritted my teeth together, keeping the fear at bay. If I didn't have Grayson back in my arms in the next minute, I was going to rip this guys head off.

Larkin's fingers travel down Grayson's neck and over her collarbones.

I found myself holding my breath as his fingers continued lower and lower.

Those were the first body parts parting from him, I decided. Not his head.

Larkin traced between Grayson's breasts and clutched onto that necklace she always wore.

His purple eyes roved over her body as he spoke his next words. "You know, the Moon Goddess picks mates based on being equal matches."

"Get your-"