“Dare, calm the f**k down. This is his pack,” Dave tried to reason with the angry grizzly, but every word he was saying fell to deaf ears.
Mate, Billy had said.
Would a werebear share their mate? I had never heard of such a thing before. They are territorial. We used to read in history books about clans and tribal chiefs going to war over fated mates taking a chosen before them. If Taylor were both of their mates, this could be a shitstorm.
“Just let him go,” Jamie said. “This s**t will sort itself out in seconds.” He was eyeing Billy like he didn’t think he was a match for Darren.
This pissed me off. I may not know him as well as Darren, but Billy was my mates’ Gamma and a close friend. I didn’t want to see him hurt any more than I wanted to see Darren hurt. Cortina snapped her jaws
