The air inside the cabin turned suffocating.
I pressed my back against the wall, my breath coming in short, panicked bursts as the two massive wolves squared off.
The other one—the intruder—let out a low, amused chuckle. His voice was smooth, taunting, laced with an arrogance that sent shivers down my spine.
"I'm not going anywhere," he said, licking his lips. "Not until I get my share of the lunch."
Dalton snarled, baring his sharp, gleaming fangs. His massive, muscular body tensed, every inch of him radiating danger.
“How’d you find her?” His voice was low and guttural, barely human anymore.
The other wolf grinned. “Walking around the pack,” he said, tilting his head like he was reminiscing. “And then—boom. I caught a scent. Something delicious.” His gaze flickered to me, his eyes
