I narrowed my eyes at Joseph over Cynthia’s head, daring him to act against me. My wolf itched under my skin, primed for action. We would protect Cynthia and her pup from any threat.
Even Joseph.
No, especially Joseph.
Joseph didn’t move, except his eyes, which looked between Cynthia and me with dawning realization.
I held Cynthia tightly in my arms, where she would be forever safe. Joseph soaked in that sight.
“So that’s how it is,” he said.
I didn’t have to ask him what he meant. My actions, my posture – they spoke enough.
Anyone could tell Cynthia was special to me.
Joseph took one solid step backwards, the smartest thing he had ever done.
Gently, I led Cynthia toward my car. At the passenger door, she was reluctant to release me, her fingers clawed into my shirt.
“You will be
