Jackson looked up at the broken security camera perched high over his wall and the footprints leading from the wall and back over.
Whoever it was hadn’t gone far. His defences were better than a wall and flimsy camera, and the suicidal wolf must have realised that and turned back. But the fact that he had even dared to try had Cain ready to rampage. Again.
Rogues always tried to breach their boundaries, but Cain, as territorial as he was, always got excited because it meant he could go hunting. But now he was in a rage, just because his mate was within these walls and his over-protectiveness had gone into overdrive.
And because he had refused to leave his mark on her.
Pulling himself away from Layla before he’d bitten her had nearly killed him. He'd lost his head when he’d f****d her.
