Chapter 9
Gunner rose to his feet so abruptly I would have lost my balance if his hands hadn’t been tearing at the neckline of my sweatshirt, attempting to rip fabric away from my skin. Out of the corner of one eye, I caught sight of the remaining g**g members fleeing the scene of their defeat. But I wasn’t concerned about teenage hoodlums any longer. Instead, I was fighting off a male who outweighed me by approximately a ton of muscle and who possessed supernatural speed and agility to boot.
“Stop!” I demanded, bringing one knee up to hit the male equivalent of an eject button. Because, yes, I’ll admit it—I had previously found the alpha werewolf as enticing and dangerous as a shiny new rapier. But I didn’t intend to assuage my curiosity on an open city street.
Unfortunately, Gunner’s
