Chapter 29
I couldn’t save the soldiers, but I could join them. Moving my body around in front of my mate’s I raised my firearm and prepared to fight back.
But before I could pick out a single lupine head to target, a dark hand emerged from nowhere and wrested the rifle out of my grasp. “Don’t be an i***t,” Malachi ordered, teeth the only part of his body visible in the darkness.
And, immediately, relief coursed beneath my skin as my cousin’s presence flowed into my lungs like a dose of pure oxygen. Despite Malachi’s owl screeches and frog calls earlier in the evening, I’d somehow assumed that when push came to shove he would bow to his enforcer roots and join Dakota at the s*******r. After all, it was the only way to carry out the role that had pulled him away from Haven at the tender
