The return journey was sweet; the group of shifters she went with was still reeling from the victorious fight, you could tell from the joyful laughter in the cars. It had been a while since they fought ruthlessly like that; wolves were not the most peaceful of creatures. They were natural born hunters, they craved a fight and they would probably want to do this again soon. It would surely not surprise Birdie to learn that some of her were wolves were hoping to meet more hunters.
“Birdie,” she suddenly heard Hunter’s voice in her head calling her name urgently. She could feel his anxiety through the mating bond. Something was very wrong; her mate was not the kind of man to panic easily.
“Hunter, what’s wrong?” she asked nervously. Her main worry right now was the children. Had something
