Nuzzling his nose into his mate’s neck, Hunter breathed in her sweet cinnamon apple scent. The warmth of their bond hummed between them as they came down from their intimate moment. It was going to kill him to let her stay in the Warrior’s House without him. But at least she was marked. No male in his right mind would dare touch her bearing his mark. If someone did, he had grounds to kill him. If Dax dared to lay a finger on her, even spoke out of line, he would take it as a challenge and he would rip his head off. Hunter didn't care Dax was a Deveraux.
“Beautiful, we have work to do.” He had delayed getting back to work long enough. It was almost time to meet up with the Red Wolf. Hunter thought about what the Red Wolf shared with him earlier in the woods. I was chasing a few Vampires
