Yifan growls as his irises shift colors, his instincts easily crawling its way out as he tries to make Yixing back down. The other alpha is his only obstacle to an indifferent Lu Han behind him, and it frustrates him to no end. He’s spent weeks trying to track down their small pack and he’s finally come across them in the middle of some trees in a random forest. He barely registers another wolf looking at them worriedly before moving away, his magenta hair glinting under the passing sunrays.   “Move,” he instantly orders when every other wolf is gone from sight, only to feel a shift in Yixing’s aura and he’s suddenly growling back at him, red bleeding into his irises as if to challenge him. And Yifan hates it.   “What business do you have with him?” Yixing manages to ask, calming down considerably when he feels Lu Han place a hand on his shoulder blade.   But it makes Yifan bristle, his wolf raging inside of him. “He is my mate.”   The statement has Lu Han raising a brow, almost curious. “The season has not arrived.”   “I know.” Yifan simply says, holding his gaze. “I know you are my mate.”   “I have been entrusted to keep High Omega Lu Han safe,” Yixing states officially, still acting as the barrier between his best friend and this new wolf, “He himself has not claimed a mate yet.”   Yifan stares at Lu Han, feeling something shift within him the longer he stared at the beautiful man. Despite the other alpha preparing to pounce on him at any given minute for his abrupt entrance, he feels himself calmi