The low snarl that filled his throat was one of rage, the heat in the air quickly building around him. He growled," leave her be, she is in enough pain already as it is." His teeth were bared, his body quivering slightly. He was already growing rather protective of her. With how fast his anger was building, it would be a miracle if he could reign himself in before he went through his own shift. 

He moved closer, moving between the two of them. His snarl was nearly constant, his ability making itself well know, fire forming around his hands and feet. His body was shaking more, fighting off for now his shift. He was barely holding himself back from launching himself at the black robed figure and attempting to tear his head off.