“Where is she?” “Don’t tell him,” Kennedy says at the exact same time the other two sob, “Chapel Bell.” I roar, the wolf coursing up my throat. I swallow him down. There will be time for rage. Later. After I have my mate in hand. There’s a footstep behind me. The females peek up. Jaime clears his throat. His scent is in my female’s space. Oh, hell, no.
