The Pack's Dragon
“When has she ever stayed where we want her to stay?”
“Hey,” Aislen pouted. “Don’t be mean.”
“I was planning on using my best method of persuasion,” Rhett smirked.
“So, whilst we’re off battling zombie sheep and the woman who created them on the other side of a river infected with the water illness, you were planning on fucking Aislen in the back seat of the Ute?” Heath raised his eyebrows. “Nice.”
“You’re immune to the water illness,” Aislen pointed out.
“Look,” Rhett picked an invisible lint from his black top. “If two vampires, two hybrids, and a werewolf alpha can’t handle one little girl, I don’t know what to say about it.”