ALLISON.

Quinn lunged, his massive paws slamming into Sullivan’s chest, forcing him to the ground. The impact shook the earth, but Sullivan barely reacted. He was stunned for a moment as he stared at his mate’s eyes.

Quinn snarled, fangs bared, but I could feel the sorrow beneath his aggression. He didn’t want to fight Sullivan—his mate—but he had no choice.

Sullivan let out a guttural growl and shoved Quinn off him with brute force. The sheer power of it sent Quinn skidding across the dirt, his claws digging into the earth to stop himself. But before he could recover, Sullivan was already back on his feet, his blazing eyes...