Chapter 102 Poor Prospects (2)

• “Mmm.” Rebekah murmured. Liking the sound of that.
• “Don’t let it go to your head, she-wolf.” He pointed to a hazy shape ahead. “You’ve a task just ahead.”
• The bleary outline near them moved forward and stepped from the grass. Turning to a bare leg slipping between bits of leather as her foot touched the ground. Drawing the immediate attention of the three wolves surrounding Marta, as they awaited a chance at her.