Not that he wanted to, but Alvis let Darren live. He was ready to end him when the panic his mate was radiating reached him and he lost all focus. He spared his life; something only few were able to say that after losing a fight with Alvis.
Reaching their Black SUV, Alvis pulled open the truck looking for clothing. They always kept spares with them, especially for some of the short tempered wolves. Setting his mate in the truck he quickly pulled on pants, tossing clothing to his sister. His eyes focused on his mate who cowered in her fox form into the side of the car looking for an escape.
"Let me see your paw." Alvis demanded frowning as she moved away from his reach.
"Jacinta," Georgia spoke softly coming to stand next to her brother. "It's ok. Can you shift back so we can look at you
