Torak heard a murmur ripple through his men as two other females walked out of the shadows. The smaller female was carrying a small crossbow. She held it tight in front of her, moving it back and forth as she surveyed the room. The third female was slightly taller than the other two females, but not by much. She was carrying a double-bladed staff which she held out in front of her. Torak was shocked. The first was nodding to the other two who took up positions in different parts of the room. He again felt the overwhelming need to rip the chains holding him loose and drag her to him. She was his. When she had reached to touch his brother, he had growled out of primal reaction to his female touching another male, not fear of what she might do to his brother. It shook him to feel so possessiv
