Axel’s POV.
My f*****g life flashed past my eyes the moment I was tackled to the ground by the wolf I know now is called Roscoe. He is a big fucker. I can still feel his humid breath on my cheek and the salvia on my throat. But it was the deep pools of brown in his eyes, the promise of death as my life flashed.
I lost my s**t not my finest moment, but I was terrified in that moment and ready to kill the fucker who is Candy’s uncle. Drake Marston.
When Candy, Lina, the girls, and the wolves and dog left, I was faced with Drake. He smirked at me as he walked past me towards the paddock where the horses were grazing.
The hot Texas sun is burning down on us as he leans his forearms on top of the fence and his foot rests on the first rail.
“Y’all need to know some things about me and my …
