Bemused, Brandt cherished every change in her facial muscles and relished her wild, musky scent. He craved a time when they would finally run free side by side.
Snapping his head up, a scent grazed his nostrils interrupting his thoughts. Against his direct orders there was another werewolf coming toward them. It was Clem's brother Zeb and without breaking stride, he walked within twenty-five feet of Brandt and Emily. Showing no submission, he glared into Brandt's eyes.
Brandt's rage flared. Emily's look of fear and uncertainty increased his fury. Channeling his anger, he focused on the other werewolf. "What the f**k are you doing?" He said and followed his words with a low deadly growl.
"I'm here to challenge." Zeb could feel the hot violent pressure swirling around his alpha but he was
