Harley’s P.O.V.
The echo of Carlos’s calm and steady Alpha tone in my head soothed my taut muscles, offering me relief. I was pretty stumped how a man could have so much effect on me on such a short period.
However, an exchange of loud, guttural growls spiked my pulse, activating my survival instincts. I inched towards the ditch, crouching low behind the bushes to be invisible.
Hiding in the bushes was a softer bet!
I had deleted Carlos’s number and after burning all the bridges, there was no option left. My inability to remember phone numbers left me alone in this critical condition.
Gazing intently, I spotted wolves fighting nearby, tearing each other apart. Their technique and a black mark across their eyes showed their identity. They were the border guards of the Crystal River P
