Chapter 118

• He’s in full-blown aggression mode, his Alpha scent getting so heady that my wolf snarls in response, and I have to take a deep breath and count to ten to keep her tamed. He’s riling the pack, and the murmur of restless snarls around me tells me they’re all poised and ready to fight, feeding on their leader’s need to attack. The psychic bond of a pack, so that when their Alpha hits a battle, they all rev up and flock to him, ready to die for the good of the pack. It’s becoming unbearable and invasive, as it shrouds like dark smog around us, and I can hardly breathe with the impending pressure.
• I touch him on the shoulder to break his intense focus on the incoming as he paces past me for the tenth time and he pauses, spinning his head to me away from the road. His reaction is like I jolted him with a Taser because he was caught up in his instincts and senses.
• “Deacon’s a coward and no match for us. Be still. You’re making the pack restless and bloodthirsty.” I try to soothe him with a slight squeeze. Colton inhales slowly but reaches out and runs his thumb over my bottom lip gently, igniting a crazy number of butterflies in my stomach with the simplest of touches as he focuses those glowing eyes on mine.