If they manage to remove her now from the games, the easier it will be for them to win later. And then they will turn on each other, continuing the awful, vicious cycle.
There can only be one winning team, after all. One winning pack.
And I’ll ensure it’s ours.
No one puts a paw on my mate.
I’m the first to swoop in. While Hunter and Patrick take down the inferior males, I turn on the others, using my body as a shield to protect her.
If they want her, then they will have to get through me.
I’ll fight them. I’ll hurt anyone who dare threatens my mate.
Mate.
Fuck. Ylfaismy mate, and there’s no going back.
May as well finally accept the gift that the moon gave me all those weeks ago.
It’s been long overdue, and honestly... it’s liberating as hell.
Just give in to the pull and fight.
Fight until my mate is safe.
16. Ylfa
Well, I’d be damned...
Brent is protecting me.
How sweet.
As I lay on my flank in the undergrowth, surrounded by a bunch of petty, jealous wolves withmurderin their eyes, I watch him, spellbound.
He’s a true beast. His fur fluffs up to appear more intimidating, and it works. The others back off, even Agatha.