Twenty Six year old Blake Hunter is the Alpha of the largest pack in the region. Finding his mate is the last thing on his mind.
But, in the midst of dealing with uninvited relations, aspiring future Lunas and increasing rogue attacks on his easter...
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A chill descended on the tiny room, her sudden fear extinguishing all the warmth Hannah had started to feel towards her future mate. “Why did you bring me here?” she hissed, spinning on Dylan with a ferocity that made him step back in shock.
He frowned, his eyes shooting nervously towards the door. “How did you know – ”
“Never mind,” she cut him off, her jaw clenched tight in an effort to press down the wave of panic rising up her throat. “We have to get out of here, now!”
“Hannah please, calm down,” Dylan pleaded. “We're perfectly safe. This is the best place for us to hide out until – ”
“We don't need to hide,” Hannah cried out, her voice rising with each syllable. “We need to keep moving.” Her mind raced over the details of the Blackridge council of war, and her precarious control began to slip.
The panic, sensing an opportunity, increased its efforts to overwhelm her – her chest tightening, her breathing coming in rapid pants and a sudden flush leaving her clammy and uncomfortable. As she swept her mass of loose hair out of her face, she collided with a pair of stormy blue eyes, their owner reaching out to steady her, his expression tight with worry.
“Hannah, please calm down,” Dylan asked, keeping his voice only a little above a whisper as he risked another glance towards the door. “We're safe here – "
“Stop saying that!” she snapped, tearing herself free. She gathered herself together, squashing her terror firmly into an unused corner of her mind and fixing Dylan with a steely-eyed gaze. “If you really believe we’re safe, why do you keep looking at that door like it’s a venomous snake? Will it bite as soon as it opens?” She scoured his face.
Tension rippled across his hunched shoulders and his face showed clear signs of the strain of the last few days. His clothes were rumpled like he'd slept in them repeatedly and he couldn't stop raking his hand through his hair. “What are you afraid of, Dylan?”
Dylan flinched and his eyes narrowed. “I don't know if you've forgotten, but you've got rather a large target on your back. Half the rogue population is looking to kill you – ” He kept his voice low, but there was a subtle edge of irritation behind his words. “ – and you've already gone missing twice. Do you really think we're going to risk it a third time?”
“You didn't answer my question,” she retorted, surprised by the wave of anger that washed over her. A shadow passed by the stained glass windows and they both froze instinctively. She glared at his tense expression accusingly.
“It’s a long journey to Scotland,” Dylan murmured, his eyes following the shadow as it moved across the dappled glass. “And there are a lot of rogues between us and the border. Father is arranging safe passage for us.” He looked at her with serious eyes. “We're not going anywhere just yet.”
