Me? How could they be looking at me and thinking a word that conveyed that kind of power? Absolute, unerring, eternal. Protection. Punishment. Justice.
A pack alpha was many things, but human definitely wasn’t one of them. And yet, there the others were, staring at me with a kind of palpable expectation, their bodies humming with the energy of the kill. They wanted to run, and they wanted me to tell them they could.
Yours, Ink told me silently, and then, he rested his head on top of mine. His breath was hot on my scalp, and I shivered.
Mine. That assertion came from the wolf inside Ink—battered and bruised from the fight and angry that he hadn’t been allowed to take down his prey: the man who had dared to touch The Girl. Ink’s wolf wasn’t making a claim over any of the other Resilients,
