Shook hands with the devil

If he had been given one more moment he would have gotten what he wanted, but before he could get his teeth into Tamsyn's skin, another wolf showed up and loomed over him. His eyes lifted, his brows pulling together with confusion at the heavily scarred face that his blue green eyes landed on. He could tell from her scent that this was a woman, but she went completely against any expectation he had for one. It did admittedly make his bravado waver for a moment, but the moment he realized that she had put herself between him and the two women he was trying to get to his anger came back just as strong and unstoppable as before. He met her snarls with some of his own as he glared and stared her in her one-eyed face. "Get out of my way!" he growled, his hackles bristling. "They are mine! You have no right to stop me!" His voice was rough with the blood loss and the hard run he had just done, but he didn't care. Without warning, he launched forward with wide open jaws toward the side of her face, determined to force his way past her to get what he wanted. No one would stop him - not even this woman he felt he could barely even call a woman to begin with.