Savage
Reagan asks me, just as I feel it.
“Whoa,” I murmur. Power, incredible, pure power flows around me, making the hair on the arms and neck rise. Samson stands up in my head, growling with pride at the strength of our mate.
“I asked what he did, and where Aaron and Olivia are.”
“A better question, I would say, is what were you going to do with poor Petal?” Luna Angel asks.
I watch, fascinated as Nathan begins to sweat profusely. Then his wolf yelps, raising his neck and submitting as the power I feel around me is focused only on him.