Torn Between Tides

Chapter Twenty Eight

Something was wrong.

Colt had felt this way only once in his life before. And that was the day he lost his mother and brother. His stomach sank, and his chest felt heavy as he stopped the car for a brief moment to catch his breath.

He had no time to waste, though. He knew that Roman was in danger, so Colt turned the car around, going back in the same direction that he came from. He hadn't gotten too far, thankfully, and when he saw Roman running towards him while being chased by a bunch of guys, Colt finally released the breath that he did not even realize that he was holding in.

Colt stopped the car, unlocking the doors as Roman jumped into the passenger's seat. He was huffing as he kept his hand on his chest, the adrenaline still coursing through him. Colt looked him over, relieved to see that he wasn't hurt.

"What are you doing? Drive!" Roman exclaimed, looking out the window to see that Mitch and his gang had almost caught up with them.

"Did they touch you?" Colt asked.

"No, I ran away before they could get their hands on me-" Roman was cut off mid-sentence by Colt opening the door and stepping out of the car, instead of driving away. "Colt! Get back in, Colt! Fuck!"

Colt did not listen as he got out, feeling so goddamn angry that he had to close his palms into fists to stop his claws from starting to come out.

Someone tried to harm his mate, and there was no way in hell that Colt would run away in a situation like this. He had to make sure that they would never even think of making the same mistake again.

Roman cursed loudly as he followed Colt out. Mitch and the others stood in front of the two, laughing.

"Is your boyfriend stupid or something?" Mitch spoke, looking at Roman who was glaring at his rival. Mitch glanced at Colt, trying to show that he wasn't intimidated by him. "What? Got no brain in that big head of yours? Guess what they say about meatheads is true, huh. All muscle and no sign of intelligence."

Colt wasn't bothered by Mitch's petty insults. But the moment Mitch's eyes found Roman again, Colt stepped in between the two.

"If you think your boyfriend can save you then your brain is fucked too, bro. You shouldn't have ran from us. I was gonna settle for just a single broken bone at first but now-"

Mitch paused as Colt began walking towards him. He took slow, long and purposeful strides as he neared the blonde, who was staring wide-eyed at the werewolf. Clearly, despite Colt just being a single person against six, his aura was still too damn threatening.

"Hey buddy," Mitch let out a nervous chuckle as he took a small step back. "Seriously, just fuck off from here, okay? Our business is with Roman, not you so don't go around playing hero, yeah? There's six of us and...and my dad? The mayor. Ricky's ma? The sheriff. Don't even think that you can touch us without consequences."

So this was Mayor Brookfield's brat. Everything made sense now, Colt remembered how the boy tried to frame Roman earlier, and this time he was clearly trying to kick things up a notch. Though it didn't really matter to Colt, he didn't care for why Mitch was after Roman, just that the stupid fucker had the audacity to attempt to hurt his mate.

"You know, there's nothing I want more than to break some bones right now," Colt spoke, his voice eerily calm as he gripped Mitch's jaw, lifting the man slightly so that he had to stand on his toes. Mitch looked terrified already, and rightfully so.

"Y-you..."

"But then you will go around crying about how Roman won because some psychopathic meathead sent you to the hospital and you couldn't swim. So I'm going to let you go this time. But if you as much as even try to harm a hair on Roman's body again then...then there will be nothing stopping my fists from meeting your face. Am I clear?"