I practically snarl the words. I’ve been fighting mine and Tucker’s mating but that’s my decision. Nobody’s going to take that decision out of my hand, especially not a whiny little wolf who’s on a rampage over not being the center of his mommy’s attention. I may be an untrained Guardian but I’ll take out him and his wolf army if he thinks he can harm the people I love. A tap on my shoulder has me spinning around, pulling out one of my .45’s, and aiming it at the person who had the nerve to touch me when I’m this mad. My eyes meet the part shocked, part amused amber eyes of Tucker. “As much as I enjoy hearing you call me mate, and your plan to keep me safe, I think shooting me will defeat the purpose.” My eyes narrow and I ask. “Why did you get behind me? You were standing beside me holding my hand.” I’m reminded of the people around us when I hear their chuckles at my question.
