The forest is *alive* with the scent of *blood* and *rage*.
The ex-fiancé’s pack is back—*twenty* wolves this time, their dark eyes *wild*, their voices a low, hungry *growl*. The moonlight glints off their *claws*, their *teeth*, the *silver* blades in their hands.
*Fuck.*
Knox *growls* beside me, his dark eyes *black* with rage, his voice a dark command. *"Stay *behind* me, 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**k*—I *hate* that it makes
