Chapter Sixteen

WOLF

I can't think straight.

As roughly twenty-four rogues pile into two black commercial vans parked near the mine shaft entrance, my eyes narrow as I watch them with a bitter taste in my mouth. If they touch a hair on Sasha's head, any of these fuckers, I'll rip their heads off.

That's a promise.

Caius sent another group of mutts ahead on foot; he says it's just precautions in case Fenris tries something, but I'm not so sure; we're meant to get in, capture Sasha and get out, but by the level of carnal excitement splitting through the air, it's clear that there's something else going on here, the mutts seem way too fucking eager for something to happen, and it has my wolf on edge, the itchy feeling under my skin has me wanting to tear into them as I stand here, it's taking some serious fucking self-control not too.

Mason stands beside me, and she's staring out in the same direction as I am at the mutts as they drive away. I'm not paying any attention to her, so when she murmurs,