Chapter 7

“How do you know I’m a virgin?” Christal asked. Her eyes were wide, and John smiled. She truly was the most adorable female he’d ever known. She didn’t know her own power, which was mightily refreshing. It was sweet yet unsettling. The pack she’d been part of was awful. The pain in her eyes let him know how badly she’d been treated. Each pack behaved differently, but from what he heard this morning, Christal’s pack was an open group.

At the full moon, the pack mated with one another, fucking until the sun came up. He had heard they were in human form rather than wolf form. Dick was a vessel of knowledge when it came to pack traditions. Females at their proper mating age of eighteen were allowed to mingle with the pack for men to scent them. Christal on her mating day had been left alone. Not one male in the pack had anything to do with her.

Looking beyond her shoulder, he couldn’t stop the anger at their treatment of her. They were fucking awful, and if he ever got chance to cause them