RYAN
My anger burnt the moment Hailey entered the packhouse, sneering in disdain for her carelessness. She was out for hours from packhouse cover to rescue Aaron alone. My mate, mother of my pups, had readily put herself in danger with no thought for what would happen to me, to our pups. Logan, moving as if surrendering silently, trailed behind her, his expression too calm for my own peace. "Hailey!" I snapped, the harshness of an Alpha evident in my voice. She hesitated halfway through a step and turned her head, her eyes locking with mine and stumbling over her smile. She said to me, "Ryan," holding out her hands as if calming me down. "No," I snarled, advancing on her. "Stop 'Ryaning' me." "What were you thinking?" Hailey set her shoulders, chin rising stubbornly. "I was thinking about
