Two other werewolves were about to lunge at him, but a deep growl immediately stopped them in their tracks.
They both turned tail, whimpering with their ears behind their heads.
That was when Rory calmed down a bit, when he heard that familiar tone that made him feel safe.
When his heart rate had subsided, his eyes quickly searched the place where the voice came from.
In the middle of the room stood a naked Alexander, full of gashes and bleeding. Three men were out cold around him, along with a muscular man with a prominent beard tied down while kneeling in front.
One of the councilmen, who he knew was Leslee’s father, stood near the door, jaw clenched, with a menacing look on his face as he looked at him.
“Are you satisfied now?” Alexander grumbled, throwing a mocking glare at the
