( … continued)
The door slammed open with a thunder that shook the frame off its hinges.
Dante stormed in like a hurricane, unleashed….shoulders squared, fury etched in every taut line of his body, his wolf bleeding into his voice.
"WHO WAS IT?!" His roar rattled the jars that still trembled on the shelves…sent the air crackling like lightning. "Who the fuck dared attack Amara inside my pack?!"
Archer spun from the window just in time, guilt flashing too deep across his features before he tried to smother it. His boots scraped against the floor, body tensed as if caught in the act.
His Alpha's gaze pinned him instantly.
Archer's throat bobbed. His lips parted. No words. Then all of a sudden.
"I…I…" he fumbled, eyes darting from Dante's burning stare to the unconscious Amara.
But before he could finish…the front door creaked.
Both heads turned.
And in walked Delilah.
Archer's heart dropped like a stone.
Dante's eyes narrowed with instant irritation.
