The Alpha's Warlock
Jack started to mutter under his breath, something about “getting to the fucking point already.”
Ian looked up at last, tucking his phone away into his pocket, and rolled his eyes. “Magical attack scorpions,” he said succinctly. And fucking confusingly.
“Say what?” Jack demanded.
Nate recovered enough to wheeze, “Magical constructs. Giant scorpions that go for anyone who’s not part of the pack. Well, anyone who’s not supposed to be crossing the border outside of the driveway, and that’s anyone who’s not part of the pack. If we have guests, we’d warn them. By the way, don’t try to sneak over the territory boundary.”
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