Alpha Oliver
I can tell she’s getting frustrated as Netty flashes forward, making her pack members step back and sending me worried glances.
Just as I think she’s settled down, Narissa pelts out a bolt of purple magic that shoots into my thigh. Making me fall down on one knee, grunting in frustration from my unbalanced feet. She doesn’t know that I block certain magic abilities, so I’ll be more than capable of receiving whatever she throws at me.
“Really?” I groan, standing back up. The stinging sensation stabilises as I try to shake off the annoyance from Ace. He’s already itching at the bit, wanting to be let loose.