Wendy's POV

I caught the brief exchange of glances between the two of them.

The dark-furred wolf's skepticism was palpable—his claws raked the wooden ground beneath him, splintering it to fragments.

A low chuckle emanated from deep within his chest, guttural and menacing.

"Your mate? An Alpha nearby? Could it be Hank? Blake? Or Henry?"

"Stop struggling, you pathetic woman. No one else is around, and soon, oh, very ...