“Who?!” I demanded. He better not be talking about his dang cousin. I have never fought a wolf, but I suddenly feel strong enough to even take him on.
“Her,” Callum pointed to the girl next to Rosie. The one who followed me out into the parking lot to invite me here. “The pretty one.”
I smiled and huffed out a laugh. “Good because the gorgeous one is mine.”
Callum snorts. For the first time ever, he didn’t look reluctant to join a party. We started to leap between boats and barges to get to our mates, both of us with a different set of determination.
Callum is a Gamma, and a monster of a warrior. He will have no trouble securing his mate. Though, from the curious look on her face when she catches sight of us, I suspect she has yet to turn 18. Her eyes show she is attracted to Callum,
