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I padded across the RV and pushed the door ajar. I let my tail take the brunt of the door so it didn’t slam and rushed around to the back. I watched with dark eyes, as the intruder came around with their gun raised, as their other hand reached for the handle.

They tugged, expecting it to be locked, but their head rose in surprise seeing it open.

That isn’t the only surprise you’re going to be getting.

Our snout went into the air, getting a better idea of what we were dealing with. Male, dirty, had his natural scent overpowering days-old human deodorant. Fuck, it was potent.

We crept up closer and could hear him taking steps through the RV. “I’m in, she isn’t here.” His voice was quiet as he spoke on the phone. “There’s a wet towel and fresh tire tracks. I’m guessing she went to town. I’ll check for a burner.”

He still had the phone up to his ear, though I couldn’t make out what the other person was saying, if anything at all. He walked to the back, away from the kitchen and into the bedroom. This turned on my wolf’s primal instincts. The logical thing to do was to keep this clean. Let him come and get what he’s lookingfor and then pounce on him once he leaves. But my wolf was blinded by rage; furious that this male was in our female’s bed—nest.

“She may have taken it with— what the hell!?” The intruder’s eyes widened in surprise, then a mixture of fear and anger. The metallic clatter of the phone hitting the floor echoed in the room. With trembling hands, he reached for his assault rifle, but his sweaty palms caused it to slip from his grasp, crashing against the cold, hard ground.

My wolf snarled. He was overcome with pure rage and the need to protect our mate’s territory.

With a mighty leap, we soared through the room, our claws digging into the intruder’s chest with a resounding thud. The impact sent him hurtling towards the wall, his body colliding with a bone-rattling crash. Gasping for air, he crumpled to the unforgiving floor, while the metallic clang of his weapon echoed in the RV. The acrid scent of fear permeated the room, mingling with the stale stench of the intruder’s sweat.

Our eyes glinted with a murderous gleam, reflecting the sunset as we loomed over the defeated man. The metallic scent of blood fills the room, mingling with the tang of fear. Our fangs, sharp and menacing, glistened with anticipation, while our teeth dripped with frothy saliva. We emitted a low, guttural snarl, our body quivering with an untamed, primal determination.

This was our mate’s—our territory.

The intruder tried to scramble away, but we were too quick for a pathetic human like him. With a single leap, we pounced; our claws raking down the man’s back, leaving deep, bloody gashes in his flesh. The man let out a gut-wrenching scream, and his voice echoed through the small space.

In that moment, the scent of blood filled my nostrils, and the adrenaline coursed through our veins. The smell of his fear and pain intoxicated us, pushing us further into a primal state.

We vigorously shook our head from side to side, causing crimson droplets of blood to splatter across the floor in a macabre dance. A wicked grin stretched across our maw, revealing our dark delight. The sensation of the intruder’s life force seeping into the fur brought a warm and chilling satisfaction.

Our wolf’s instincts took over, and we tore into the man with relentless force. We were driven by an animalistic need to dominate and claim our territory and prove our power and dominance.

He invaded our mate’s space. He came into our territory. He was asking for this—this was a death wish, being in my forest.

The once-defiant man now lay still on the floor, lifeless eyes staring into the abyss. A pool of blood formed around him, marking the spot where we staked our claim and showed our true nature.

As the last breath left his lungs, our wolf howled in triumph, echoing through the RV and out the door.

I have always been fond of the old ways. It was one thing I missed about my old home. The simpler way things were. I have destroyed an enemy that has come into my future mate’s home, killed him and proven my place as a suitable mate and protector to her nest. However, she is human and will not perceive this in the way of my ancestors. She will be terrified, or will she just be annoyed?

There was a reason why she was paired with me. Surely she will see some happiness in my protective nature?

Blood continued to pour out of the body, where my teeth had ripped out part of his throat. My lip curled in disgust and I reached down to pulled off the hood of the intruder. It was an unknown faceless male—human as I thought so before, but you could never be too sure with all the mixing of genetics and that bastard dark fae still prancing around.

More questions floated around my mind. Was my mate a runaway of some kind? Was she being hunted? I licked my maw and the coppery taste of his blood. We both had much to learn about each other, but even if she was the prey or the villain, one thing was for certain: she was mine.

I was going to keep her.

She would not run.

With no opposable thumbs to help with cleanup, I pushed my way through the door and pulled the body by the ankle out of her, our, home. The body landed with a thump outside and I winced at the mess of blood inside.

She wouldn’t be happy about the mess.

I left the body where it lay, happy that the blood wasn’t ruining her floor and headed over to the wheels of the RV. I encouraged my wolf to elongate his tough claws and penetrate the tire. It made a long hissing noise and we watched the tire go flat.

We repeated this with each tire, then went to the spare that hung on the back and pierced that one for good measure.

Once my mate returns and night has fallen, we will go to the Iron Fang and make sure all the tires for an RV, at the mechanic shop, are pierced, too.

I couldn’t have my mate getting scared and running off now, could I?