The Alpha's Mate
“I know you care about me, Arnold, but this is important. I’ll be careful, I promise.”
“Please do.”
I hang up the phone, then for good measure, run my hands over the moon rabbit pelt at the bottom of the bag.
Pulling the amulet out of my shirt, I stalk back into the house and out to the deck. There, the entire San Diego pack is assembled on the beach, looking up at the deck as Ansel stands next to a chained up, kneeling Nash.
Ansel is wearing the leather gloves and holding a sharp silver knife. His wolf aspect is visible, his brows thick, his sharp fangs visible, his eyes piercing. The rest of the pack is tense, waiting for the violence, wondering what will happen to their exiled former memb
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