Beasts Of The Moon Rise Of The Outcasts
’ His voice slides through the mind link.
I growl low and feral.
‘Don’t,’ I warn. ‘Don’t play the dutiful husband now, you killer.’ I growl at him.
He turns to me, his gaze soft and that is when Erianna throws him off.
Scar’s wolf lands on all fours, his growl tearing through the thick, suffocating tension.
“Scar!” I thunder loudly.
Then I pivot, lunging for Erianna.
She tackles me, fighting back. We crash hard to the ground. I pin her, but she struggles beneath me, her hands pushing, clawing.