"He's been suffering the loss of his mate untreated for weeks?!"
Laurel yelled as soldiers came closer and tried to subdue Sam. They grabbed him.
"Don't!"
Sam roared, the sound of it made the air shake with the power of it.
Heartbreak and fury washed over the area. He opened his eyes, glaring fiercely with blood-red light.
"Oh, no..."
He twisted, dragging his claws through a man's arm in a bloody streak. Another was caught in the face with his swipe. The third managed to dodge. They all cried out and backed away. Sam turned on each of them, shoulders tense and kneeling in the dirt.
The scent of blood made her flinch, but her stomach plummeted as the light around him grew thicker and his growls grew more agitated.
He was speaking in a low babble of madness she couldn't understand. She had to do something. They had to do something.
"What the hell, Sam?" One of them growled, cradling his bleeding arm.
"You--"
