Jericho
He couldn’t stop the primal growl that boiled out of his chest. Someone was hunting his mate? His wife? His very pregnant wife? He couldn't contain his rage, and started to pace back and forth through the trees, wearing a path into the scant cover of snow and leaves. He whipped out his cellphone, intent to call home, but the signal was too weak, probably because of that steep, shale cored hill-side. He swore and stuffed it back in his pocket.
Just a few months ago, he would have said that there was nothing in life that could scare him. He had no mate, he had no purpose, he had nothing to live for, so putting his life on the line every day had meant nothing to him. He flirted with death, and he dared it to take him. If it was hell, Jericho Carrole was ready. But now he had f
