He could still feel the bond between them. His wolf was livid right now he wanted Marcus' head right now. Marcus was trying to steal their mate from them.
The animal inside of his consciousness merged fully with his own and he couldn't control himself any longer.
Taking advantage of that fact that Marcus was distracted by the crowd, Atlas surged forward and connected his fist with Marcus' jaw.
He grunted in pain as his head was rocked to the side, and blood shot out of his mouth. The crimson liquid splashed onto the ground, staining it with it's filth.
"She is not your anything!" Atlas roared, rearing his fist back to strike him again.
"She is mine!"
Marcus growled, turning his face back to Atlas, he wiped the blood off his mouth, and in a blur he was in front of Atlas.
"You fucking dare to hit me?!"
He grabbed Atlas by the neck, his eyes turned an intense silky red as his fangs came out quickly and he gave an evil, intimidating smile.
