Hank’s POV
I watched as the bastard left, his men in tow. The barn reeked of alpha and pack, testosterone hanging in the air. After a minute, the horses calmed down some and June stopped shivering. “Oh, um… here.” I handed her the parcel I had tossed at the door when I punched the first wolf, thankfully it looked like the dress and shoes inside was undamaged.
“Thank you, Hank. Let me just..” June went into an empty stall, unwrapping being heard from within. Just as I was waiting on her there though, a shout came from behind me.
“My Barn! What in tarnation!” An old man who was a good foot or so shorter than me came in, kicking up a storm at the damage. “You; did you do this?!” He pointed at me, glaring daggers with his cloudy blue eyes.
“Uh.. No sir. It was that group of four men who we
