Pack
His wolf roused enough to growl, Mine.
Unfucking believable. He'd found his mate.
Darren wanted to gather her in his arms, reassure her that she was safe. Instead, he'd gotten attacked by yet another fucking rogue. The place virtually crawled with them, but lucky for his crew, the attacking rogues, crazed and slavering creatures, were made clumsy by their madness and had been thus fairly easy to dispatch. They did, however, have numbers on their side. Did they ever, which meant he needed to quickly take care of his current attacker before reinforcements arrived. But he didn't want to frighten Thea further with the bloody violence required to put the snapping rogue down. Despite what his wolf