Remy's POV
I'd been looking for an opportunity. If I could, I'd snatch that woman from Nash's arms in an instant.
However, Nash held her tightly, his defense impenetrable.
It spoke volumes about her importance to him.
Damn it, had they already marked each other? If so, it was a pity.
Nash had changed.
The Nash of the past was ruthless and cruel, capable of slaughtering dozens of Thebes werewolves without a second thought.
But now, he was thanking me. Was it all because of the woman in his arms?
If so, I was even more intrigued by her.
Even though the Anders pack was briefly divided, Nash was the only Chief I admired.
He was more intelligent than any other Chief I'd ever met.
Werewolves were inherently physically powerful with special abilities, but most lacked intelligen
