Second Guessing

~ Rhys ~

“You’re out of control, even with Amira,” Rhys hissed to his wolf. “Don’t ever do that again.”

Demon huffed in response. The wolf was rattled inside of Rhys’ mind. Rhys could tell Demon wanted to return and take Amira and her wolf out of that cell. He would, but not yet. That little minx was too manipulative, too sexy for her own good, and sharp. His lips twitched into a small smile at that.

He would need at least a dozen men to guard her room. That would take time. Everyone was asleep now, and those patrolling had their own orders. He could wake the pack members up, but he was in a pleasant mood and knew Amira would be comfortable either way, whether it was a guestroom or that cell.

Demon growled in response to Rhys’ thoughts. He didn’t care about the pack members. Rhys could feel his restlessness and emotions. If their future Luna finally arrived, then they could wake up and be on guard duty.

But they weren’t under attack or anything, and his men did train hard.

‘Let them h