Mate me at Hollywood
With eyes full of murder.
Four against one.
Just when I think things can’t get any worse, something steps out of the woods. A giant white wolf, walking low on all fours.
He’s huge—at least six times bigger than any of us. And he looks pissed. At first, I think he’s coming for me. But then I see Roman and his pack stiffen in fear.
"Shit," Roman mutters, backing away. "It’s the Silver Havoc Pack."
The white wolf growls, deep and threatening. A few seconds later, his werewolves appear behind him, stepping out from the trees.