The Beast Rules

Ryder. I held my head low as I slowly ambled toward the fucker who had his hand wrapped around Ashley’s throat. He moved as I did, making sure he was sheltered behind her, but he was cornered. Even if he used her as a shield, there wasn’t much he could do to protect himself from me. He knew he was fucked, or maybe the poor bastard thought he had a fighting chance cowering like a bloody coward behind her. Ashley was without a doubt terrified. I could hear the frantic beat of her heart as her eyes stretched wide as she traced my movement. She had no idea it was me, of course. I hadn’t exactly thought I would have to come to this point having to explain to her what I was, or that there was such a thing as werewolves. Not exactly a bomb you dropped on someone after the first date, you know? Not that I even expected things to move in the direction that it did. I just got what I wanted from a woman and then left. But Ashley had hit differently. I fucking felt sorry for her, and I wanted to m