Chapter 47

Lila’s POV

I swear I didn’t blink.

One second I was mid-lecture in bio, the next I was envisioning Rowan’s fist making a cameo in Liam’s face. By the time my brain managed to scream “Protect the boyfriend!” it was already crunch-city for Liam’s poor nose.

“Get the fuck out of my girlfriend’s room,” Rowan snarled, his voice low and dangerous, as he yanked Liam by the arms. With Olympic-level speed, he launched the intruder into the hallway wall so hard I felt the apartment rattle.

Rowan’s fist pulled back for Round Two before I even realized it. Cue Lila: The Interventionist.

“Stop!” I shrieked, diving between him and Liam. Picture a flamingo in combat boots—graceful, right?

Snap. Something inside Rowan went *crack*. I didn’t need a PhD in werewolf mechanics to know that was his bone breaking, which meant his wolf was on the verge of declaring independence. If that happened, I might have to call for animal control.

He ripped me out of