“Bastian showed. Sat down at the fucking bar.” Snarls surged around me, even with the guys trying to keep their voices low. “He. Tried. To. Grab. Her?” King gritted out, his fingernails lengthening to claws. I bit the inside of my cheek so hard I tasted blood. “He tried to force her to submit.” More sounds of derision and anger filled the air. It was the lowest of the low to force a wolf’s submission. But it shouldn’t have shocked any of us that Bastian would stoop to that level. “Tell me you got him,” Locke pleaded. My jaw worked back and forth. “I couldn’t. The goddamned sheriff was right
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