Kidnapped by the Alpha
Hayley, for example, never showed everyone just how cruel she was.
The male, Soren, lunged at Joe, who backed up near the door. Suddenly, Joe’s eyes darted to the wall.
There were several swords hanging there, as if ornamental. But when Joe pulled one down, I knew they weren’t merely for decoration.
“A sword? Let’s settle this as wolves, outside!” Soren growled.
“As wolves? No, as warriors. Our ancestors used these swords too—they didn’t rely solely on their wolves. Are you afraid I’ll kill you, Soren?” Joe taunted.