Zack was so screwed.
His wolf was begging to be let out and he was struggling to keep him in.
'Calm down now!' said Zack.
'Go to the mate! Mark mate! Mate's ours!'
His breathing became ragged as his wolf grew stronger with each passing moment. Her scent intensified his desire to be let out.
His fingers clutched the edge of the table tightly, turning his knuckles white. A loud roar escaped him as his wolf emerged.
Damn.
'Stay down! You can't come out,' Zack demanded.
'Mate! Go to mate now!'
Dickson didn't care about anything or anyone except Freya at the moment, which was both good and bad. The bad news was that he was ready to hurt or kill anyone who got in his way. The good news was that Zack could convince him to calm down using Freya as bait.
'You're goin
