55 Old Scars - Part 2

"Say her name again! I dare you!" That was the thing about their kind. Just mention their mate, and they're out for your neck. Liam naturally was very possessive and the fact that their kind was also possessive about their mates made Liam's case worst. Anyone who even looked or talked to Margaret had a death wish.

Liam's eyes were bloody red and he had veins popping out of his head. He had scars on his face and the one that stood out the most was the one long line that went from the top right of his face to the bottom left. The scar looked like it was inflicted only a week ago but it had been almost a year since he got the scar.

He glared at Raphael, showing him his fangs that had grown out of anger. Claws had grown on the hand that wasn't doing anything but not on the one that was holding his neck.