Chapter 7- MATE

Derrick’s POV

“Would you like a tour of the pack grounds?” I address my question to Henry, but really I am more interested in whether Salara wants to look around or not. She was quiet all throughout lunch, barely eating and mostly staring down at her hands in her lap.

Henry grabs ahold of Salara’s hand, pulling her close to his side. “We drove all of this way, it would be a shame not to take a look around.” He says, placing a kiss on Salara's forehead.

‘Let me out Human.’ Hunter growls in my mind. ‘I will tear out his tongue and shove it down his throat until he chokes. I will rip his throat out with my jaws and bath in the blood that spurts from the open wound. I will-” I immediately cut him off, feeling his murderous emotions begin to seep into me.

‘Calm down Hunter.’ I tell him. ‘We will not be ripping out anyone’s throat.’ Despite how much I really want to.

‘I heard that last thought.’ Hunter says, chuckling.

Realizing that I have been just standing there on the porch staring