Cole Cotter
Cain's going to be more than pissed, and Cole knows it, so he might as well make the most of the situation.
Hell. I didn't start it, but I sure as hell intend to finish it.
And at this point, he'd like nothing better than to beat the fuck out of Chad because the lycan can't seem to get his shit together. And evidently, he doesn't know how to take no for an answer. Yeah. The lycan needs to be taught a lesson.
Chad grabs the blonde. "I think I'll fuck you first."
His inner wolf's rage nips at the core of his being, driving Cole forward with one thought in mind, protect.
Blonde hair, as smooth as strands of silk, splays across her shoulder, and then curl around her slim, elegant neck. She takes hold of Chad's hand, rips it free of her arm, and then she twists the drunk lycan's wrist.
"What the fuck?" Chad falls to his knees.