Hawk’s POV.
Relief fills me when Colt walks in with four people trailing behind him. There are two men and two women. The men are clearly twins and wolves. Between them is a blond-haired female with green eyes. She looks to be in her early twenties and is holding hands with both the male twins. Interesting. The fourth member of the newcomers is concerning. She looks a mess, her long dark hair is matted, she is pale with dark rings around her dull green eyes, and she is far too skinny. She's almost like a skeleton covered only by skin. Colt has a firm grip on her upper arm, and she is not happy about it.
“Get off of me pervert. I told you I don't have nothing so let me go!” she hisses.
“What's going on?” I ask.
“I need to talk to you, privately,” he says flatly. He's clearly trying not
