Damon saw red.
Damon's upper lip pulled back, and he snarled at Cassius' lips touching his mate's cheek. His own lips burned from Cassius' touch fuelling his temper. Claws grew from his hands, and his skin started to rip from the fur sprouting out from his hands. He buckled forwards but fell flat as he struggled to move with everyone, now including Esme, on top of him. Even with the sudden added weight of Kane's golden wolf and Finn's grey one, he continued to struggle. They had shifted on the spot to keep him moving.
His struggles started to tire him out, and he felt frustrated. He wanted to lash out at each of them for keeping him there. He had to watch from afar as another man touched his woman, and instead of being allowed to rip him to pieces like most Alpha's would, he had two wolves keeping him down. Aila was just before him, but she was out of reach.
