Reluctantly, Klive acceded to Rose's request and stood up. The man, who was slowly getting up, glared at him. A large scar across the left side of his face, coupled with high cheekbones and thin lips, gave him a sinister appearance. He was shorter than Klive, and his brown eyes, filled with contempt, seemed to bore holes into him.
"Who's this?" Klive growled when the wolf refused to budge, displaying his elongated fangs. Klive could toss him back inside through the broken window or snap his neck, but he didn't want to expose his mate to his capability for brutality.
"I'm not sure." Taylor shrugged, grabbing the stranger by the arm and hauling him back inside. "He was in my living room when I got home."
They entered the house, but Rose lingered in the doorway, her eyes reddened and brimm
