(Frederick Warner's POV)
Not far from the road, inside a sleek black Aston Martin, I sat with the window half-lowered. My storm-gray eyes gleamed with predatory satisfaction as I watched the scene unfold.
"She is Connor Rivers' mate-to-be?" I asked, hooking my lips into a chilling smile.
Clayton Thornton, my beta lieutenant, replied respectfully, "Yes, Alpha Frederick."
I tugged at the corners of my mouth, amusement dancing in my eyes. "She's got a strong life force, that one. Her wolf is resilient."
"Marcus Shaw and Jackson Harris beside her are undoubtedly enforcers Connor Rivers assigned to her," I observed meaningfully.
My voice dropped to a low growl. "She is indeed beautiful, her wolf carrying the scent of the old Winters bloodline. No wonder Connor Rivers treasures her so much
