Rowan sensed Owen's extreme insecurity. It seemed that being captured by another beastman had left a deep psychological shadow in his heart. The violent way he acted just now was an instinctive reaction to protect what belonged to him.
He held Owen's hand, which was wandering around intending to pull aside the animal skin clothes to look. "Look at me, it's fine, I can protect myself."
Rowan forcefully turned his face back, forcing Owen to look straight at him, facing his slightly fierce and panicked gaze.
Owen couldn't help but pull him into his arms, tightening his grip so much that Rowan found it hard to breathe. "Can I lock you up? That way they won't find you anymore, only I can see you."
The dark, possessive side of the Silver-Winged Snake was revealed again. That blood bat wanted to snatch his mate to make him his own mate. Those words were like sharp thorns stabbing into his heart; how could he hold back from beating him to death?
