They tried to touch his mate.
Dron didn't even remember running over to them. All he saw was Tempest backed into the corner and that bastard Cynik reaching for her.
All his practice at keeping his alpha instincts subdued failed Dron in that moment. His entire vision went red, and his sights were stuck on Cynik.
Dron had only issued the warning because he knew if he'd ripped the man to shreds in that very moment, there was a chance that he'd get blood on Tempest. She didn't need to be sullied with that mess. Dron wanted her away from all of this. Once she was safe, he'd give this menace the beating he deserved.
"You forget your place, cursed one." Cynik looked over his shoulder once, looking Dron over before he turned to focus his attention back on Tempest.
"I won't tell you again. Get. Away. From. My mate!" Dron roared loud, and in that same instance, everything around them got silent.
Cynik turned, finally recognizing the threat that was Dron.
