Roran could smell Celeste's panic, knowing that she must have had visions of this danger. Despite her not knowing he knew of her witch blood, Roran was in sync with the most subtle of changes in her mood and could read her like a book. He knew when she'd had had a vision and when it was playing out. He didn't answer her when she asked what was going on. He had pulled her back up from the ground when she fell to her knees and her arms instantly wrapped around him for support.<br/><br/>He paused, watching his lover- his deep mahogany eyes reading her green eyes. It cut deep when he felt the pull this foreigner had on his love and recognition of her wavering heart showed in his eyes. Despite the intruder being to his back, Roran would make the fight wait. Right now was something more important- right now he had to claim his stake. The moment seemed to freeze as his eyes held hers in their gaze, a hand moving to cup her face. His stare was locked on her and so much was said in the look he'd given her-<em>mine</em>: to have, to love, to be loved by, to protect. He pulled her into a deep, passionate kiss that would leave any girl dizzy.<br/><br/>No time nor words were spent between the kiss and Roran turning to face the dark beast that stood proud before them. He threw down his axe, it lodging into the Earth beside him, his gait sure as he began to stalk up to the other were still in his human form. Opening his mouth, Roran gave a very not human sound- something fierce, animalistic… And then he set into a run and the boy Celeste had grown up with transformed into the beast the village feared.<br/><br/>Roran was a werewolf. One that towered as high as the newcomer, with fierce brawn and dark fur. Roran gave a terrible snarl as he stood between his to be mate and his enemy. Teeth were bared and gaze scalding.<em>She is claimed,</em>Roran bluntly informed the other were, making it clear that this was not up for debate nor was he open to either discussion or small talk.