Reclaiming His Mate
Everyone was armed with the PMR-30 handguns that David had retrieved from his latest shipment.
David took a stand on the front lawn, looking nicely groomed just for the occasion, with his grey beard trimmed and white dress shirt buttoned beneath a blue tie. “Alpha Gavin,” he boomed, “Dalesbloom has business to settle with you.”
My stomach sickened. I glanced at Catrina standing beside David, her face sharp and glacial, scratches on her shoulders, arms, and cheek implying the fight Joseph had put up against her. Weeks ago, I would have found it attractive the way she carried her bloodthirsty demeanor; now I just found it chilling. Oslo returned with two rifles, and carrying one each, me and h
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