STABBED!

The other men with him were stunned into shocked silence as Eron’s shifting shredded his clothes in mere seconds…

The monstrous almost eight-foot werewolf with shaggy brown-blackish fur roared out his anger, almost dislodging the man from the bed as he was about to enter his mate’s still-dry privates. He swiftly and firmly moved towards the four-poster bed and the nude attacker with his equally naked victim, hoping to terrify the maniac so he’d run away from him.

Unfortunately, Max was ready for him…

It was too late when Eron felt the deep bleeding stab wound on his abdomen. He found it hard to comprehend that a mere knife could wound him this severely, especially in his werewolf form.

After a pause of five seconds, the other men with Eron were galvanized into action! Jack rushed Max, relieving the attacker of his bloody silver knife, while the two officers brandished their guns as they commanded the lumberyard foreman to be still and surrender while firmly stating his Miranda rights.