I gasped and fought against Hunter.
He laughingly let me go. “Vanna it is only mating. We want to claim you before any of the other males do. We know we won’t kill you. But we fear that some of the others would.”
“Especially Draven.” Racer said. “He can be a particular violent bastard with a sadistic bent for torment.”
“Usually only when it’s warranted.” Hunter defended.
Racer gave a grudging shrug. “Still, beating a man to death with your bare hands for snarling is a bit excessive.”
“It was a challenge.” Hunter defended.
I took the opportunity of them being faintly distracted to bolt. I scrambled up the bank and fled back to the village.
Racer headed me off. “You’re not going back like that. Put your clothes back on.”
I looked at him defiantly.
“You go back there with
