Maeve
Rachel’s inn was a small building whose prime must have been a long time ago. Some parts of it were dilapidated, patched up with a mixture of gray stones, mud, and wood. It had a ragged appearance, very different from the luxury inns the Earth Wolves owned. Some warriors shifted back to their human forms and took the horses behind the inn.
Blake stopped his horse by the door. Percy and Tate came to stand by him. Tate glared at me as Percy helped Blake down. Blake was looking… terrible.
After riding for over three hours, my thighs burned with pain and as Blake helped me to the ground, I stumbled and fell down. Tate tried to help me up, but Blake let out a dangerous growl. “Don’t touch her,” he snarled. “She’s mine.”
Tate clenched his teeth and stepped back.
“But you can’t help he
