The Task Ahead

I hefted the canvas bag over my shoulder and marched toward the guards waiting to take me away. As I approached, I studied them. They looked identical. Legit. The four guys were practically replica of each other… quads, or whatever four people who looked exactly alike were called. Brothers? Obviously. Same height, build, and even the same pinched expression of disdain, which their matchy-match sunglasses didn't hide.What was their deal? They glowered as if I were the offensive one.Yeah, I hate you too.Their outfits designated them as royal guards to the king, and anything related to the Uktena Pack I hated with passion just out of principle.Dark hair peeked out from beneath their caps as my gaze ran over their chiselled jaws and then to their muscled arms. Of course, they were beautiful. The assholes always were.The closer I got, the more my ire rose until irritation prickled my skin, and I had to grit my teeth to keep from snapping at them. Who did they think they were? Sending

Honour chuckled, and without thinking, I swung my right elbow back, wiggling my body with the strike to give it extra power. I felt my elbow connect with his collarbone, and he sent out a muffled grunt, making me grin.He deserved it, and it was not anything more than I’d do with Mack when he was out of line.A blur of brown hair flew into my face, and I came face-to-face with Bravo once again.“Don’t hit my brother,” he snapped.Sucking in a sharp breath, I tried to swallow as my retort caught in mythroat. The other three spoke all at once.“Ease up, Bravo.”“I’m fine,” Honour said.“Give the cub a break,” Moral spoke from the driver’s seat. “She’s just asserting dominance.”Kelly tended to get out “Seriously, Bravo..”And then I missed it. “Will you get the hell out of my face unless you wish to lose one of those pretty green eyes!”I planted my hands on his chest, splayed out fingers over rock-hard muscle, and then pushed him against the door with a snarl. Climbing onto my knees,