The Alpha's Warlock
He gestured with his free hand, indicating…what?
“But what?” I demanded. “If you think this is a trap, that I’m trying to get you killed, lure you in for Hawthorne, why the fuck are you here?”
Ian started to say something, but Matt put his hand up, a sharp, quelling gesture that Ian actually obeyed. Matt’s eyes never wavered from my face, dark-blue gaze sharp. He wasn’t quite as tall and broad as his massive younger brother, and his dark brown hair didn’t stand out as much as Ian’s flaming red. He shouldn’t have had as much presence. But he’d grown into the alpha he’d always been meant to be. I couldn’t look away. Whether he acknowledged me or not, he was my pack leader, and I couldn’t deny