Maxwell’s grip tightened around Ella’s unconscious human form as he moved effortlessly through the forest. The night air smelt of pine but he couldn’t enjoy the smell because of the werewolf stench in his nose.

He hated them, the annoying mutts were everywhere now, walking freely in their territory, their putrid odor made his stomach turn.

If it were up to him, every single one of them would be dead by now, especially her.

But he couldn’t risk it, he had to deliver her to Valen himself as his task and promise but soon enough he wouldn’t be taking orders from a mutt lover like Valen.

He’d never thought he’d...