Brad’s wolf was agitated and on high alert. He kept running the perimeter of the alpha mansion, mind-linking Tony at the same time to stay updated. Two rogues had left two warriors injured and had infiltrated pack lands. No one knew why they were here. They couldn’t even get a scent on them. This was not good. The last time something like this had happened, Brad’s father had died. Brad turned his head to look back at the mansion, hoping Melanie had the sense to stay inside. But he should have known she was way too stubborn for her own good.
Melanie ran out into the lawn, wearing Brad’s oversized sweatshirt she’d managed to dig out from his drawer of clothes. Her legs were bare save for a flimsy pair of satin shorts covered by the sweatshirt. She looked pale and distraught, like she'd see
