Clara could feel the heat and the humidity of the other's blood throbbing in her face, while she did not feel any pain in spite of the shot. Everything had been really fast, but enough for her to be aware of the facts, of the situation and she could only do one thing.

-ETHAN- she cried out as she saw the body of her mate staggering in front of her, with a wound in his paw from which blood was gushing.

Then he heard the hunter's scream as the jet-furred wolf's mouth full of teeth closed around his neck and ripped him apart. Dixon had no contemplation in killing his mate's assailant. He squeezed until the man stopped moving. And only then did he raise his head. His golden eyes were fixed on Clara, as were those of her brother who looked over his shoulder at her.

Despite what had happened, despite the fact that she might resent that they hadn't arrived in time, it was like that time, they had gone looking for her, and from the state of both their bodies, including the wounds on their wor