Axels POV

I race through the forest, a snow-white angel in the night. More like a nightmare.

Find Dean. Kill Dean.

I turn the words over in my mind as my paws scarcely make a noise on the perfect snow.

Find Dean. Kill Dean.

I will protect my mate. Nobody lays a finger on her. Nobody.

A sweet scent fills my nose.

It's her. She's close. It's her.

Oh my god, it's actually HER.

I see her standing there, shivering in the cold. She eyes Dean, clearly not impressed.

She doesn't like him. She hates him. It's OK, nobody's gonna touch her.

'My name is Dean.' he smiles with effort. 'What's yours?'

'Amelia...' she shifts uncomfortably, clearly alarmed by his sudden appearance.

A small growl escapes my mouth. I crouch low to avoid being seen.

'What was that?' Dean's eyes are wide, and he looks around reverently.

Coward. You're meant to be a badass.

He straightens himself and sneers.

'Well...' She slips her hands into her pockets. 'I think I'll be off.'

'Where to?'

'Home, I guess.'

'I can walk you. I'll save you from all those wolves out there!'

'Tch. I'm not afraid of wolves.' I could see she was getting a bit defensive.

He howls loudly, throwing back his head. He looks like an idiot.

He laughs. 'Don't worry, baby. I got ya.'

He winks, and she turns away, disgusted.

'Playing hard to get, eh?' he slips in front of her, a sly look in his eyes. 'After this, I'll be the only thing in the world you're ever gonna want anymore.'

He blocks her way, and she scowls. 'Move.'

'Let me walk you.'

'No!' she turns and runs.

'Come back!' he growls, running after her.

Now is my chance.

I run out in front of Amelia.

She sees me and looks a bit startled.

'Help...' she whispers weakly.

There is desperation in my eyes. It is in her's too. It is the same look I saw in Jenna's dying eyes.

Jenna.

The memory sparked a fire in my heart. I wouldn't let Amelia die the same way Jenna did.

Not by the hands of Dean.

I snarl at Dean, baring my teeth. He recognised me. 'You!'

Amelia ran off. Good. Dean was looking at her, distracted which gave me my first move.

I sank my teeth into his leg and he fell, blood soaking the surrounding skin. He swore loudly as I bit him again on the other leg.

'Why, you little...' he threw a punch at me but I was too quick, and I slashed my claws across his chest. I felt my body unfurling, I was shifting, I was breaking out of my Wolf.

Dean stared up at me, brushed and bloodied.

'I hate you.' he seethed.

'I know.'

He ripped off his shirt, still managing to stand up with bad legs. He was a crimson work of art, the blood running down his chest and abs.

'I am going to fight you.' he snarled. 'Because I am going to die anyway. And I am not going down without leaving my mark on you.'

And his fist connected with my jaw.