Chapter 93

• He snorted and faced forward again, resisting the urge to nibble on her bottom lip. And the urge to kiss her. And the urge to lick over his mark. His wolf, on the other hand, liked all three of those ideas and was growling his encouragement at Dante. His wolf had...missed her. He brooded and fretted when he wasn't around her, pushing Dante to go hunt her down. Whenever he was around her, his wolf wanted to lick every inch of her and roll around in her scent. It was dumb, and it was pathetic, and it made Dante want to kick his wolf's ass if only he could.
• Eventually, they arrived at a restaurant in the next territory that Freya knew belonged to the wolf pack that the only hope of securing information about what was ongoing in his pack was part of. She also knew they wouldn't be having the meeting inside the restaurant, but within the wooded area behind it – a place where many shifters had come to fight in the past when meetings like this hadn't gone so well. Hopefully, this wouldn't be one of those times. It was rare to find greed, betrayal and power-drunk shifters. But, when it happened, it was to the core. Such shifters were like a plague that would spread to the bone marrow of whosoever came in contact with them.
• Seeing the tension in Dante's shoulders as he opened her car door and the way he very reluctantly stepped aside, she smiled. "Your wolf doesn't want me to go, does he? He doesn't want me being around the naughty wolf." The poor guy was in totally unfamiliar territory with all this protectiveness and possessiveness.