Chapter Eighteen
Rory’s wolf pinned Rhetta down to the ground. Its front paws braced her shoulders, pushing her into the soft earth. His claws drew pinpricks of blood. Marking her as not only the mate of the man but the match to the wounded beast.
He was no longer wounded. He’d felt alive running after her. Sure, his foot had hurt the first mile of the chase, but then he’d adapted. Just like the man had shifted and allowed his life to be shaken in order to keep a hold of this prize beneath him.
One thing still troubled man and beast. Why had his mate run from him in the first place? Hadn’t she heard him calling out to her?
Maybe it wasn’t him she was running from. Maybe it was Jordan. Had his worthless brother said something to hurt her feelings? If so, Rory would turn around, find Jor
