As they stood frozen in the hotel lobby, Amber’s pulse quickened. She could sense the raw power emanating from the man in front of them, an Alpha, but not one she recognized. The smirk plastered across his face made her feel as though she were prey in a game she didn’t know the rules to.
“Where are you running off to, Black?” The man’s voice was a low, mocking chuckle, each word dripping with arrogance. He took a slow step forward, his sharp eyes gleaming in amusement.
Dominic stiffened immediately. His broad frame blocked Amber’s view, but the tension in the air was palpable. This was not a friend. Dominic’s growl was soft but unmistakable. “Isaac.”
Alpha Isaac Michelson of the Night Howlers Pack stood before them, tall and lean with a cocky swagger that made Amber’s skin crawl. He had
