An Alpha for the Alpha
"I love you, Typhon Bloodclaw."
"And I love you, Jonas Bloodclaw."
"And I don't much love Carlotta De Leon," Fire Moon grunts. "So if one of you is inclined to help me, I'd like to tie her up and be done with her."
I break away from my husband with a sheepish expression on my face. "Sorry, Fire Moon."
Jonas follows and watches as the Spanish witch is bound and gagged. "How do you mean to get her up the hill?"
"Oh, bloody hell," Fire Moon mutters. "I certainly don't want to carry her."