“It’s summer in Florida,” Dean teases me as we make our way to the stables. “You look ridiculous.”
I glance down at my attire, which, admittedly, is a little out of place on an August night. But what was I supposed to do, walk around outside in a white nightie? “Enough about my wardrobe. Can you please tell me what happened to your face?”
He sighs. “One of the Sentinels in my pack reported seeing a few new shifters crossing over our northern border, near Jacksonville. We had a feeling they might be part of the same fleet that’s been attacking you, so… we went on a little hunt.”
Seriously? His entire pack went on a hunt to chase after these guys just because they attacked me?
“And?” I ask impatiently. “I take it you found them?”
He nods. We’ve reached the barn. He gives a friendly wave
