“How is making sure that one of our neighboring packs is safe from a threat considered meaningless?” I counter. “How are we to know that once the enemy achieves their goal, they won’t come for us?”“If it comes to that, we will protect our own territory.” My father shrugs. “Your cousin washed his ha
[Rosco’s POV]I sit at my desk, watching as Charlie and Marty look over the maps that I passed them. The route they are examining is the one that leads to the sawmill that our captive claimed Roger and his goons were currently inhabiting. With this new discovery, there was no reason to go to that or
Goddess, this conversation was annoying and unnecessary, but I was already certain it would happen. However, it didn’t make this less frustrating. We didn’t have time to be arguing about this stupid shit.“You’re staying here.” I say again, fixing my gaze on William. “Charlie and Marty, along with J
[Denali’s POV]I sit, humming, as Serenity slowly begins to fall asleep. When she finally begins to relax in my arms, I feel my anxiety beginning to build again, but I try my best to keep it at bay.I was already aware of the fact that the meeting Rosco was holding involved leaving for where my fath
“Rosco!” I gasp as he bites my nipple, causing a ripple of pleasure to rush through me. “Don’t!”However, before I can stop him, I hear a shocked gasp escape him as he releases my nipple and then licks his lips.“Was that…” He asks, lifting his gaze to mine. “Milk?”“Yes!” I squeak, embarrassment fl
[Denali’s POV]The feel of something warm and sticky pressing against my skin rouses me from my peaceful slumber. It is accompanied by a metallic scent that makes my stomach turn. Unable to stand it, I snap my eyes open and sit up, then fling the blanket off of me so that I can take in the blood th
[Denali’s POV]I move forward, trying not to breathe through my nose or look too closely at the world around me. The groans of those infected echo around me, mixing in with the sounds of the nurses and doctors feet rushing along the floor. No one pays me attention. It’s like I’m a phantom here, and
[Denali’s POV]I stand in the doorway of Rosco’s room, unable to move. My eyes stay locked on the man who lays in bed motionless, with bandages covering his body and an IV attached to his skin that replenishes the blood that he has lost.Laying there like that, he looks so fragile, and it damn near