Chloe, Clover and Jace
Jace was one of those Security staff that had come running; he had taken off the moment that another employee had brought him the news. A dead employee. A roustie. Christ on a cracker. He was surprised that he didn't see Callum already there, but could only assume that the shifter was still recovering from the adventure he had gone on the night before. It had been a secret, so naturally everyone was talking about it.
He did see Chloe there. He could smell her, the soft and feminine scent of her. So close to the blood, it heightened his sense of anxiety. The wolf rose under his flesh, already close to the surface, damn near frantic. That was his mate! He had to keep her safe, he had to get her away.
Jace barely managed to hang on to his control. A lot of that success had to do with the fact that he was able to step in front of his lover before she got too close, placing himself squarely between her and the bloody scene. "No, Chloe. That's close enough." It took some effort to unclench his teeth, to force his hands to relax out of fists. "Clover," he greeted, tense. "You two don't need to be here."