GRUMBLING FADED AS we disembarked from the van at the far end of Rowan’s driveway. Now the alphas were alert to pending battle, their wolves visible behind their eyes for a different reason. One sniffed the air and pointed toward the forest.
“There.”
Sure enough, McCallister shifters slid out from between tree trunks. All were men, the women apparently not being allowed out of the harem. There was still diversity though. Some were lupine. Some human. The latter boasted swords as menacing as our own.
But men and wolves all waited, standing in an unbroachable line for one long moment until Rowan emerged from their midst. His teeth were sharp as he scanned the alphas, even sharper when his gaze settled on me.
“This is private property. My territory is closed to your kin.”
The implication
