She was a lively one at the very least. I shouldn't have expected anything less. When she entered that bar, though and her scent forced its way through alcohol breaths, cigarette smoke, and sweaty wolves it hit my nose and I was blind. I looked everywhere frantically, knowing that scent was it. She was mine. My pack felt the shift too. My beta and gamma were turning to me as if we were under attack. We might as well have been. Until I could find her, explain it to her, and bring her into the Hollow Moon Pack she was in danger.
My pack was massive, so much so that I couldn't vet everyone. Of course, there were going to be those who plotted my downfall what better way than to take out my mate.
“Bro?” Oliver spoke low next to me. He was a far more clean cut kid, the only thing we seemed to share were the blue eyes of our family. He was shorter, less skilled at combat but it made him the perfect gamma. He was able to bridge the gap between the wolves and the humans. One problem though
