THEIR AMUSEMENT BROKE over us in waves. But, honestly, I didn’t care. If this was the worst the All-Pack alphas had to offer, then I needn’t have worried we’d be turned back before we achieved our goal. After all, what did this band of males plan to do—laugh us to death?
Then, finally, the shifter in the lead wiped the mirth out of his eyes and held out his right hand. “Keys,” he demanded, his voice abruptly cold.
I raised an eyebrow, offering nothing. Beside me, Ginger stood with hands on hips, wolf-form Sinsa pushing up against the side of her leg. “We’ll make our own way to All-Pack, thank you very much,” the redhead countered cheekily. “But I do appreciate your offer to drive.”
Again, the males laughed, only this time the gales of merriment felt less jovial and more hard-edged hungr
