The Alpha Queen and her Human Mate
“You’ll only get in the way.”
He opened his mouth to argue, but the sharp crack of a twig snapped them both into silence. Shadows moved between the trees, shifting, watching.
Three rogues stepped out, eyes yellow and hungry, claws extended, grinning with teeth too sharp, too eager for blood.
“Well, well,” the largest one rumbled, his voice like gravel. “The Alpha Queen herself, babysitting her human toy.”
Ragnar stiffened behind her, but Raven didn’t look back. Her focus was on the rogues, her stance loose but ready, her wolf pressing against her skin ready to take over.
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