C14 I wasn't asking permission

I dash across the room at full speed, trying not to unleash the fury that is sweeping through me as I stand next to Alison . I can tell she knows I'm there. She can definitely sense my emotional state as well. I don't know how to keep that from reflecting in our bond. Her shoulders tense and she refuses to acknowledge me as she slips a wicked-looking Bowie knife into the sheath she wears at her waist. Despite his irritation at our bond, he approaches me oblivious, calming my wolf whether he realizes what he's doing or not. "I was about to send someone after you " says Carrie , who clearly doesn't sense the danger emanating from me." I heard that a group of hunters is patrolling a town near here. Are you willing to take them down?" Normally, it wouldn't even be a question. I've never feared my mortality or the possibility that one of these missions could end my life, but I've never had a partner before. Alison , whom Dech overpowered so easily, wants to go out and fight the hunters, trained soldiers who will kill her if she's lucky. If she's not, they'll capture her and use her to raise their little army. No. It's happening. I ignore Carrie and stare at Alison while I wait for her to look at me. When she doesn't, I grab her wrist, ignoring her cry of protest as I pull her away from the group. She tries to fight me, putting all her weight into her attempt to break free, but when she can't, it only proves that she's not safe out there without me. As soon as we get away from the group, I let her go and she pushes me hard in the chest, anger reflected on her face. "What's wrong with you?"I know I should be concentrating on calming the situation, but instead, I lose myself in running my gaze down the gentle slope of her nose and the fleshiness of her mouth. There are tiny freckles on her cheeks that I didn't notice the last time we were together. "Are you listening to me, Karson ? I like his smart, sassy mouth. I wonder what she tastes like. Images of pushing her to the floor and burying my cock in her tight, warm body fight against thoughts of spreading her creamy thighs and licking every inch of her sweet pussy. Her cheeks flush and I smile as her lips open so she can gasp a little. I affection her, despite her denials. "Stop thinking like that. " She folds her arms across her chest. "I can't. You're mine, Alison . My wolf, my body, both want to claim you." The heat on his face spreads to his thoughts, and I'm relieved that my feelings aren't one-sided. "I'm not an object, Luke." "I don't see you as such, but you are my partner, just as I am yours. I know you don't really want to fight this, so why do you?" He opens his mouth and then closes it again, speechless. "Don't analyze me." I reach out and brush a strand of short hair from his face that is not held back by the tie. In a second, I find the Bowie knife pressed against my throat. Having a sharp object against a vital part of my body should worry me, but I'm more impressed by its speed. "If you pull out a weapon, you should be prepared to use it, "I tell her. She grinds her teeth. "What makes you think I'm not?" To make her point, she presses the blade into the soft flesh under my jaw and I smell blood before I feel a drop roll down my throat. "Why are you armed?" I don't want him to sound as harsh as he does, but I don't soften my tone either. "Isn't it obvious? I'm going on the mission." The growl that comes out of me is feral. Alison's eyes widen and she takes a step back, holding the knife in front of her. The terror reflected back at me is neither feigned nor acted. She is frightened. Her thoughts through our bond also reflect her body language, and that is what reassures me. She should never be afraid of me. "I'm not going to hurt you." "Okay. "She licks her lips but doesn't put the knife away. "Alison , I will never hurt you." "I want to believe it," but she doesn't believe it. Images flash across the link, a confusing set of moments and traces of her being held back. What the fuck has happened, and where can I find the bastards who have caused her so much anxiety so I can rip their heads off? I'm having a hard time containing myself at the realization that someone hurt my partner. Right now what I need is calm. I can't make myself any smaller, but I'm trying anyway. "We don't know each other very well, but I hope you can read my sincerity through our bond." His throat twitches and his gaze never leaves mine, as if he's afraid I'll pounce on him if he does. "I can, but I also feel your anger and fear. That won't stop me from going." Fuck. This isn't a discussion I want to have with her. "It's dangerous." "Then everyone should stay, shouldn't they?" "I don't care about anyone else. Just you." That softens her gaze a little. "It's good that you do, but you can't tell me where I can and can't go." "I'm your partner." "Partner, not guardian." I should be grateful that she doesn't deny our bond, but all I can focus on is the fact that she's still determined to leave. The muscles in my face are so tight I ache all over. "It's dangerous, Alison . what if you get caught?" "I can take care of myself. I've been doing it for a long time and I don't need you to suddenly show up and act like some kind of knight in shining armor. In case you've forgotten, I have magic. I can do things you can't even imagine." I try to count backwards from ten, but I only get to eight before my hand grabs the back of his neck and the other disarms it from his knife. It's so easy. It scares the hell out of me to know how unprepared she is. Alison is strong in other ways, I can feel it, but physically she is no match for a wolf my size. Her eyes flash as she stiffens under my touch. "Your power won't protect you against the Order, Alison . A few spells are no match for their strength." "A few spells?" she sneers at me. I can enter people's dreams, Luke . I can knock you to the ground right now without even breaking a sweat .