15. Brent
I’m blinded by Ylfathe moment she shifts.
The white wolf lights up the entire stadium, and the crowd gasps. Some people shield their eyes, and it appears she’s left them stumped.
Fuck. I’d been so distracted by the race that I forgot all about her dazzling she-wolf. Even when I shut my eyes, she’s there, blinking back at me as a white silhouette.
Our only saving grace is that she has blinded the other teams. I spy the big bitch Agatha of the Southern Pack hissing in pain, and even the Western Pack asshole Ivor cringing. The beta of the Eastern Pack, Jamal, covers his mate’s eyes.
Ylfa takes no time to hesitate. While everyone’s preoccupied, she bolts forward, aiming straight for the trees, and I rush after her.
She doesn’t think she gets to take the lead, does she? Silly female.
The rest of our team follows, and I don’t fail to hear the furious growls of our rival packs as it appears Ylfa’s little trick has pissed them off.
It wasn’t a trick; I know her well enough now. She didn’t plan on doing any of that, but her wolf just shines so brightly, it dulls everyone else’s in comparison.
The hot chick of the Eastern Pack looks ready to rip her throat out, her eyes shining bright purple. Her caramel wolf curls its lips next, then shoots off through the air.
And don’t even get me started on the other female, Agatha. Her shaggy black wolf has murder in its eyes as they rest on Ylfa.
Shit. They’re all out to get her, since they think she planned that trick.
I have to protect her.
Protect mate...the dumb animal says inside me.
Hunter and Patrick rush up behind me, and I’m glad the latter found his balls. I bet he did the moment he saw all those murderous glances fixed on our mate.
Wherever she’s concerned, he’s all wolf. One powerful enough to even leave me impressed.
He almost had me once, after all.
We all have to protect our mate.
I give an inward sigh as I know what I have to do. What weallhave to do.
We have to communicate via mind speak.
A gift we all share due to the bond we have with Ylfa.
Hunter, Patrick...I try out, hoping to the goddess they’ve both sobered up by now and that they answer me.
I’m still pissed that they got so drunk. I’m still pissed that they didn’t care to invite me.
The asses.