The Pack's Rebels
Sigrid held Abigail against her side, and the she-wolf, whilst on her own feet, was obviously intoxicated, her head swaying from side to side and her eyes unfocused.
“Look,” Greg held out his hands. “I don’t know what the f-k is going on, but this is Abigail… And she’s saying to let us pass.”
“It’s alright,” Rhett said, mimicking Greg’s pose, hands out, palms exposed conciliatory, as he edged around the group. “Hi. Rhett Salem,” he introduced himself. “Havermouth’s Triquetra.”
“F-k, we know who you and Cameron are,” one of the beta soldiers, Dean, replied, scowling. “What we don’t understand is why they’re coming through this way?”