Hank’s POV
“Because it was the right thing to do. I hate watching people take advantage of others.” I admitted to June, sighing slightly. Growing up as a lone wolf, I had loathed when other wolves had treated me as less, as an outcast. The only ones who had ever treated me as an equal were humans, not caring what pack or linings I had, which territory I lived on. They were simple, and deserved more respect than most wolves gave them. Sure there were bad ones, but as long as I trusted my instincts I could avoid them.
“Do all wolves have that aura?” June glanced at me, hesitation in her voice. “Could Fredrick… use it on me too, to you know..”
“Huh,” I gave a low chuckle, seeing her hesitation. “No, he can’t make you do something you don’t want. Especially force you to love him. It’s more
