Chapter 25
My mate advanced one more step until he could have reached out and grabbed the other male’s shoulder, tossed him aside, and done the job he’d come to do—saving the life of the one-body behind Grey’s back.
But he didn’t. Instead, Hunter planted his feet, smiled slightly, and stared into Grey’s cold, blue eyes.
Immediately, the air between the opponents solidified into a semi-solid haze. So this is what an alpha stare-down looks like from the inside, I thought, interested despite myself by the way the world appeared entirely different through someone else’s vision. Tendrils reminiscent of the pack bonds I’d created on my own teased outward from each uber-alpha, twisting around throats, stopping up ears, flooding senses.
The view should have been beautiful. Unfortunately, the m
