August

“Dangerous?”

August couldn’t help but repeat the last word Mercy had said. The look on her face at the moment was more of a vacant stare than anything threatening, but the fact that she thought her old job was something other than a regular role any woman might play in a pack would’ve set anyone on edge.

He wasn’t shocked, though. He’d seen the pictures. Likewise, he’d seen what she could do.

“I’m not sure why I think that.” Mercy’s eyes began to focus again, and she turned to look at him, a hint of a smile on her face, her cheeks pinking just slightly, as if she were...