His top lips curls, revealing pink gums and gleaming white teeth. Then he flattens his ears, keeping his tail straight as the whites of his eyes are exposed.
My blood runs cold at the sound that escapes his throat. It starts off as a rumble, then slowly morphs into a bone-chilling snarl.
He’s lethal.
Hunter and Patrick grapple with the lesser males of the Southern Pack, and I bet they regret pinning me down now at their beta’s orders.
Agatha sizes Brent up, trying to ascertain whether he’s worth the fight. I’m aware she has no mate. So the viciousness she’s seeing in Brent right now is foreign to her.
The male to female ratio of the Southern Pack is 60: 40, so it’s slim pickings for the females there. I hear they tend to take female partners, but mate bonds rarely happen between members of the same sex.
Brent is exhibiting that old, innate desire to protect one’s mate. It’s most likely his wolf controlling the reins, and not the man. Themanis probably cursing the damn wolf and hating every moment of this.
He still hates me, and the last thing he would want to do is protect a dud like me.
Yeah, the same dud who almost blinded everyone at the stadium. Oops.
My bad.
I really didn’t do it on purpose...
It was Silver.
Well, my bad, I guess...
Shut up, you got us into trouble. You and I are going to have to have a talk later. Woman to wolf...
The silver-coated wolf rasps in amusement as I still don’t take my gaze off Brent.
Why is he even here? I’m surprised he’s not racing ahead to the finishing line. All he would have to do was reach it, and our team would win. He would be in his alpha’s good graces.
It has come to my attention that he must have worked with Patrick and Hunter. All three of them stormed in at the same time to help me, and warmth trickles through my bloodstream. If I was in human form, a tear would escape my eye.
All my mates are protecting me.
Silver, whatever you do, donotfight. Play the damsel. Let them protect us. This is awesome...
What did youthinkI was doing?
I shut up at that. It’s good to see we’re on the same page, as we often are. We’re both fighters. We can hold our own in a match, but for once we will be the helpless princess and let ourprincessave us.
Three princes...
Let’s see if Disney can beat that!
Disneywho?Silver says.
I don’t reply. It’s a figure of speech from the human era. They watched moving pictures based off folklore and fairy tales, and Disney was a popular franchise.
Back off...I hear Brent growl at Agatha next.
She can’t hear him, but I’m sure she gets the sentiment all the same. His shiny, pointy fangs get the message across well enough.
The southern chick is surrounded by her equally large females, and I gulp at the sheer size of them. Fuck. How do we take them on?
I startle next as three more wolves flank Brent’s side, threefemalewolves, and its Chelsea, Annabel, and Tiffany.
Patrick and Hunter join them too, and I can’t believe it. Not only do I have mates, I have friends too.