MAVERICK POV

I watched River and his little friends laugh and high-five as if they hadn’t committed a major crime in my books. Did he still have her clothes? What did he do with them? My wolf hated the idea of someone having something with our mate’s scent, especially if the person was another male.

Gage slapped my shoulder. “You have your kill face on,” he said.

“I know,” I grunted.

“Tell me what to do, Captain, and I’ll have them cornered in seconds,” Storm added.

I smirked. ...