I watch her squeeze his hand and I feel so betrayed that it physically hurts. Part of my brain is telling me that it doesn't mean anything, that she's just being nice. Everything else though is screaming that someone is encrouching on the territory of my mate, stealing her away from me.

When the guy gets up from his stool I grab him by the shirt and slam him up against the wall.

"Don't. You. Thouch her," I growl, the words hard to form around the fangs in my mouth and the urge to tear into his neck is almost overwhelming.