~ LARK ~
It was the first time she’d really seen John-Paul throw his Alpha weight around. He stood, hands at his sides, but poised in the way only a male-wolf could be, every inch of his body speaking of strength and power. His eyes darted, taking in everything within sight. His chin was down and his gaze raked her—even as he berated her brothers under his breath, his eyes scanned her for injury.
Are you okay?
He was speaking in her head. Lark almost swallowed her tongue.
Yes.
It was all she could manage. Adam trembled next to her, but he too was feeling the power of John-Paul’s presence, his own body quivering first towards submission, then as if to fight. It was a confusing time for a wolf when he was growing into his adult strength. Lark had watched her brothers do it. Poorly. She
