The Alpha's Half-Breed Mate
I had forgotten how he looked.
I had been a wee little girl, shivering when I saw the full-blooded wolves. They had seemed so big and intimidating. But now that I was hidden behind Duncan’s broad frame, this man seemed small and pitiful.
Maybe my mindset had changed. Maybe I had become bigger and stronger under the care of the pack. Whatever it was, I felt nervous, but not terrified.
“Alpha Archer from White Claw Pack,” the other said gruffly, no politeness in his mannerisms. “I have been informed that a rogue she-wolf from my pack has wandered into your territory,” he commented.