~ JOHN-PAUL ~
A shadow flickered in the living room beyond the mostly-closed door, and JP’s His instincts screamed at him to shift, to rush through the door and attack whoever had invaded their safe space, to take the male by the throat and kill him for intruding when his mate was vulnerable and ill-equipped.
“JP?” Lark’s voice was high and thin.
Sinister growl puttering in his throat, JP put one hand back to caution her not to move as the footsteps reached the other side of the unlatched door. He crouched, poised, on the edge of the bed, his body trembling—he needed to be there, to protect her. He needed to be out of the room to stop them from entering. He needed to know who was in his f*cking house!?
The scent hit him in the same moment the door slid slowly open, just a few inches,
