Blake's pov

I held Wade by his hand as he attempted to stand up. He was breathing hard and his chest was heaving with each breath he took.

I squeezed his hands in an attempt to calm him down and prevent him from going macho on the witch's ass.

"Wade, sit down," I whisper.

He glared at the witch in anger, I was angry too but there was no need to lose my cool.

"You should listen to her." The witch responded. Tilting her chin like she was trying to challenge him.

I could feel his wolf bristle at the disrespect but I took deep breaths instead of lashing out....