“Well, I don’t know what you want me to do then.” Killian unwinds his towel and wipes his face and sweat-soaked hair. “I can punish her.” Darragh growls so loud that three cabins away, a female lets out a startled shriek and a door slams. Killian’s wolf snarls back, and both males stand taller and face off, their shoulders broadening, muscles tautening.
