Claimed By Four
There, at the end of the hall, approached another young man—this one with a buzzed head and a spiraling tattoo peeking out of the collar of his shirt.
Lucas stiffened. “Rowan.”
“If you want to win the new girl over, Lucas, then maybe give her some space to breathe,” Rowan said, moving toward us with long, unhurried strides. As he came closer, the scent of whiskey washed over me. “And she hasn’t even acquired her wolf yet, so there’s no knowing if she’s your mate or not.”
The tips of Lucas’s ears reddened, but he puffed out his chest and replied, “Yes, well, forgive me for being serious about finding my mate.”