It barked once, a yappy, sharp sound, and lunged straight for my throat.
I yelped, startled, as the damn dog’s teeth nipped at my muzzle. It was like being attacked by a fuzzy slipper with an attitude problem.
Strauss growled, offended.
“This is what she has guarding her?”
It snarled again. I dodged back a step.
Rett was already trying to sit down next to her like she was his owner and he wanted belly scratches, tail flapping like a flag in a hurricane.
And our mate… our human mate… was staring at us in absolute, jaw-dropped silence.
Then she spoke.
“…you’ve gotta be kidding me.”
Strauss stilled.
That voice.
Warm honey and sarcasm.
“Two wolves?” she said, blinking between us. “Just. Appearing. Out of nowhere. What the actual—”
Her sentence cut off with a squeak as the husky tr
