It was clear that i was pissed that michael pulled his shit in the match and he felt that when we got home. He was thrown against the door and my fangs ripped into his throat. Blood rushing into my mouth and his moan of pain filled my ears. Michael was my man, my mate and I didn't care if he needed a mark to prove it.

I pulled away, my tongue lapping up the blood that dripped down his throat.

"Why? Tell me why?! Did you think I couldn't do it?!"

A slap filled the room and Michael was staring at the floor, his eyes wide in shock.

"Why did you have to challenge Zak?! Why did you have to put me in the God Damn middle?!"

Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes and I shook, part of me feeling betrayed and the other part was scared.