The pack house is a mess, but it would have to wait for now. I am already running late for patrol and I can’t afford another mark against my name. Not if I want to keep my title of gamma.
I grab my satchel and check I’ve at least got a protein bar to have for a snack when the door slams shut behind me.
“Rylie.”
My whole body can’t decide whether to freeze or melt at the sound of my name on his lips.
“Hunter,” I reply, rolling my eyes as I turn around to face my alpha.
I let my gaze roam up his broad chest until our eyes lock, and every ounce of reasoning leaves my mind as I lose myself in the icy-blue eyes of the alpha. A smirk haunts his lips, a hint of a shadow covering his hard jaw.
In two strides he stands before me. I barely reach his shoulder, but I refuse to let him inti
