Storm
These were exactly the kind of rogues Doyle had feared I might be.
Not the misunderstood wolves who had simply been cast out of their packs. These were the dangerous ones—the kind who thrived on chaos, destruction, and violence. The kind who killed because they enjoyed it.
The kind of wolves you avoided at all costs…
Or eliminated before they could hurt the people you loved.
My wolf’s instincts kicked into overdrive as the rogues slunk through the trees toward us, their lips pulled back from their teeth as threatening growls rumbled from their throats.
I answered with a growl of my own.
They weren’t getting anywhere near the girls.
I stepped backward until I was standing directly between the rogues and the three girls. My body became a shield, every instinct screaming at me t
