The ex-fiancé’s pack *returns*.
This time, they’re not *f*****g* around.
*Thirty* wolves. *Armed* to the teeth. *Hungry* for blood.
*Mine*.
The forest is *dark*, the *moon* hidden behind *clouds*, the scent of *pine* and *dirt* and *rage* thick in the air. The pack *moves* like *shadows*—silent, *deadly*, *hungry*.
Knox is at my side, his dark eyes *black* with rage, his voice a growl. *"Stay *close*, omega. And *don’t* get *killed*."*
I bare my teeth, my voice a snarl. *"I don’t *need* your *f*****g* protection, Knox. I can *handle* myself."*
His dark eyes *flash*, his voice a growl. *"I *know* you can. But you’re *mine* to protect. And I *don’t* take that *lightly*."*
*Fuck.*
His words *hit* me harder than any blow. *Mine to protect.* Like I’m *precious*. Like I’m *his*.
And *f
