The Alpha's Warlock
But he had his head twisted around, staring over his shoulder…at two more SUVs stopped right behind his, the headlights of all three shedding crisscrossing spotlights on the road.
And on a swarm of men, two of them taking charge of khaki-fucker, one of them opening the driver’s side door of Walter’s SUV, a few others doing whatever you did in a situation like this, one standing by the new vehicle and raising something up to his shoulder, and the other—Declan. My heart stumbled, expanded, clenched tight. The last was Declan, running faster than I’d ever seen an alpha move, headed straight for Walter with his claws and fangs gleaming in the moonlight.