The last thing Xeon could have endured was a mate who depended on him for her happiness. “I can’t force her to stay, not now that I have no pack, now that Tim took over my land, my team.”
"So what are you planning?"
"I'm going to take what's mine in the first place."
Trevor flashed a wicked smile. “Good, but you can remind her what she’s missing.” They were thankfully interrupted by the sound of approaching footsteps, and turning his head, Xeon watched the gang of Italian troops into the cabin, all fully dressed and loaded with enough firepower to take out Iraq.
“We’re ready.” The bald man stated the obvious. Trevor muttered his opinion of working with stinking dogs, but with a wry grimace, he moved toward the doorway and stairs that led into the waiting tunnel. “Then let’s do this.”
