The Alpha's a b***h, Book One, Chapter 8
SHE WAS NOT, HOWEVER, prepared for what was about to unfold in her bedroom. She looked down to the palm of her hand and noticed the hairs on Jack’s arms growing rather rapidly. Her heart raced as a feeling of uneasiness overshadowed her confidence.
It wasn’t that she was unsure of Jack being able to handle himself in combat; it was more of how many other wild animals could possibly be hiding out somewhere, anywhere, around the house. Where would she hide? How could she get past the wolves, make it out the bedroom door? Before she could think to react, Jack had transformed and lunged toward the enemies.
Instantly the two wolves attacked Jack. The one on his left, the brown one, leapt in the air while the other struck head-on, connecting with him,
