Taking Whats His

Chapter Twenty Seven.

Chapter Twenty Seven.
Logan Wilson.

I watched Esme continue to fight with her father who easily had the upper hand. He was advantaged in almost every way, he was bigger, stronger, older and with age came experience which Esme's dad had no trouble in showing off. He taunted his daughter, easily attacking her at any given opportunity which disgusted me.

It was as if I could feel every attack as if I was Esme herself, the pain pulsated through my body and the insults tugged at my heart. I was feeling every bit of Esme's pain as if it were my own.

My family's hold on my arms was relentless, it didn't seem to matter how many times I tugged or twisted my body into awkward positions they easily adapted and called more people over to hold me back. I knew it was just as hard for them as I was for me. Esme was family, she had become so close to everyone that it was just as hard for them to watch.

I hated them for holding me back and not allowing me to run to the aid of my mate. It went against every instinct in my entire being to watch from the sideline's as Esme fought for her life. I should be running to save her, to protect and kill the bastard who easily raised his hand at his daughter. She was stupid to have challenged her dad. I was angry that she had put herself in danger and when this was over I was going to make sure she knew it.

My wolf growled, snarling and thrashing against those that held us back as Roger's elbow came down onto Esme back causing her to crumble to floor in pain. He wanted out, to escape my mind and protect his mate.

A challenge wasn't to be taken lightly and now that the rules had been set it would be wrong to go against them. Roger knew exactly what he was doing when he stated that it was a fight to death. If I were to intervene there would be serious consequences and Roger would win and decide the fate of those who went against the rules, no matter how hard it was to watch Esme suffer the result of my interference would be far worse.

"You need to let me go." I snarled, my voice barely recognisable as my wolf was now more in control.

"Logan," my dad began, his voice was strained and I could see his eyes darkening as he too suppressed his own wolf, "Esme's a strong girl, she knows what she doing."

My dad was right as Esme demonstrated what he meant as she now turned into her wolf, shocking the crowd that had come with her dad. It was clear that they hadn't known Esme was was a wolf. My scent almost overcame Esme's since we'd mated and so it was easy to mistake Esme as still being human.

It was clear to see that Esme's wolf was now in control. She viciously began to attack her dad who had once stood so confidently in his wolf form. I felt pride sweet within me despite my anger of the situation as I watched my mate attack, she was deadly, each move swift and precise leaving no room for error. She was attacking on instinct and using her size to her advantage.

I picked up on commotion coming from across the field and turned to see the rogue that Roger had previously given his suit jacket to removing his clothes, his body was shaking as he prepared to shift. I snarled loudly, tugging against those that held me. The rules had been set and clearly stated that there was to be no interference but rogues couldn't be trusted and lived by no rules.

He swiftly shifted into his blonde wolf, shaking out his fur and wasting no time in dashing towards the battle going on between Roger and Esme, who was crouched down her behind slightly raised in preparation for pouncing and going in for the kill. Roger lay a few feet away weakened by blood lose from his many open wounds.

"Esme!" I shouted her name, desperate to get her attention and warn her of the incoming attack. My voice was joined by many other members of my pack who inched forward prepared to jump in and attack.