The Pack's Alpha
As we begin walking back to the packhouse, I hear Warren growl before taking off at a fast jog.
I look at Yorick who looks ahead of us, smiling, as the other warriors pause to see what Warren's growling at. A moment later, Luna Yara steps outside the back of the packhouse and is immediately wrapped in her mate’s embrace, his mouth devouring hers like he needs her air to breathe.
“After talking to Dad this morning, I told the gate patrols to let them in when they arrived,” Yorick says, taking my hand.
“Is that what you’re going to be like when you have a job and are away from me for any length of time?" I ask him.