Aurora.
Gunner’s face contorted into one of pure frustration. I would have laughed if I didn’t feel a little sorry for him. He lifted his head back and curled his hands into fists.
“Goddess help me!” he yelled at the top of his lungs. I snorted in amusement. Gunner is ridiculously sexy, and I want nothing more than to ride him like a bucking bronco. But holy f**k, he can be really stupid. Calling out to the Goddess like she gives a damn about him. Acting like werewolves aren’t murderous beasts. Thinking he can persuade and manipulate me into telling him all my secrets. He’s in for a rude awakening when I start killing off his precious pack members.
“f*****g, f****d up, shitting f**k” Gunner growled and stomped back and forth in front of me. I just watched him slowly descend into madness
