Highest Rank: #58 in Werewolf
"Most species bare their teeth as a threat, as a display of aggression. It's a reminder that these clenched jaws can and will open your yielding throat. I want you to remember this the next time I smile."
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A/N: I have changed this chapter a lot so some of the comments probably won't make much sense.
"There comes a time when you have to choose between turning the page and closing the book."
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One minute the blonde was clinging to Blake like a leech and the next, he had her pinned up against a wall by her neck. She was clawing at the fist wrapped around her neck, squirming and kicking her legs in an attempt to get free.
Blake stared at her dead in the eyes, baring his canines at her in warning. People screaming was just background noise to me, all I was worried about was Blake not killing the poor girl.
I rushed up to Blake and wrapped my hands around his bicep, attempting to pry him away but he just wasn't having it. His wolf was in full control, his eyes a pitch black, displaying the pure anger bubbling beneath the surface.
"Blake," His eyes turned to me. "You're killing her."
"That's the point." His wolf growled back.
"She's your best friend." I tried to get through to him, but I knew it was a waste of time. Maybe it was my little punishment for kissing my mate, but judging from her purple face, it was time for him to let her go. So I reached down, grabbed his balls and squeezed.
He immediately let her body fall to the floor in a fit of coughs.
"Cass, let my balls go!" Blake screeched, placing his hands on my shoulders and tightening his grip.
"Only if you promise me something."
"Anything!" He answered immediately.
"When I let you go, you're not going to attack her again. Understood?" I said sternly.
"I promise! Please let go now. Please."
I let go, causing Blake to let out a huge sigh of relief. laughing slightly, I poked him on the shoulder and leant up to place a quick kiss on his cheek.
"Blake, what the hell is wrong with you?" Blondie stood up, tears were streaming down her cheeks and I could clearly see where Blake had nearly strangled her to death.
Blake scoffed. "Did you really just ask me that? I told you that I found my mate, why the fuck did you run in here and kiss me?"
Blondie didn't have an answer. Blake was getting angrier by the second. And I was in the middle of this mess.
"Damn, I thought you were happy for me. You could have ruined it for me, the one good thing in my life, I could have lost it. All. Because. Of. You." Blake was clenching his fists as he spoke and I knew he was about to pounce.
"I-I'm sorry, okay?" She yelled.
"I'm afraid that's not good enough..." Right as he was about to snap her neck, I grabbed his ear and pulled him away.
