Bite Me (Pride, #9)

by Shelly Laurenston

Balt’s back straightened. “Who? Tell me his name?” “Balt—” “I want to know his name.” “Stop.”

They both roared at each other. Novikov leaped out of his seat, the pair of them ramming their foreheads together, fangs unleashing to warn of great bloodshed. It was all very primal and something Vic couldn’t control when he got around certain hybrids. Namely Bo Novikov.