Briar
My heart pounded in my chest as I stared into the wild, crazed eyes of the rogue wolf. Its matted gray fur was a stark contrast to Arthur's sleek black coat, and the stench of unwashed animal and something feral rolled off it in waves.
"Well, hello there, beauty," the rogue's gravelly voice echoed in my head, dripping with a sleaziness that made my skin crawl. "What's a pretty little thing like you doing out here all alone?"
I forced myself to stay calm, even as my heart threatened to beat out of my chest. "That's none of your business," I growled, trying to sound more confident than I felt. "You'd better leave. Now. I'm not alone – there's a powerful Alpha with me."
Even as I said the words, I reached out through our mental link, desperately trying to contact Damian. But the con
