Owen still held tightly onto Julian, the uncomfortable emotions throughout his body seemingly condensing into a physical entity enveloping him. His pheromone scent became thick, distinctly aggressive, warning anyone who dared to approach his mate. The characteristic cold aura of a cold-blooded species spread through the air, making the surrounding temperature seem to drop a few degrees.
No matter how slow Rowan was, he could still sense that his mate was about to lose his temper, and it was the incredibly hard-to-coax type; that cold gaze was about to pierce right through him. It was obvious that Owen was jealous of the attention Rowan was giving to this bird. The arm currently squeezing Julian's neck bulged with distinct blue veins, showing just how much Owen was suppressing his fierce attacking instincts.
