In the Alpha’s Arms

roved over every inch of the hall, watching for faces, anything that looked like what she was wearing signs of anything strange. Cole stormed past the women’s bathroom, then the men’s, then the service closet and employees only room, until all that was left between him and that sweet scent was the back door.

“Back,” he mumbled to himself, throwing the door open with flare as he cut his eyes around the alley. The scent was stronger here but still light. He caught wind of another scent though, definitely male. His skin tightened once more as he noticed Stace’s scent, hitting him like truck just before her body did

Stace wrapped her arms around his own, tugging and crying and saying intelligible things that he couldn’t understand.

“Wh–what’s wrong Stace?” Alex tried to pull her away, despite her desperate, terrified pants. But she wouldn’t let go, instead she used her wolf–strength to pull them both to the dumpsters, dragging hard until they could all scent what had her so terrified.

of blood on the brick, then lower to the vomit and a shoe, one that looked like it had been ripped straight off, the anklet still clasped closed. Stace was shaking and hyperventilating, her eyes glowing yellow

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of the street. “1-1 5-5- saw a v van.” Alex knelt beside her, smoothing her hair

wolf until he was half shifted. That faint smell near to Lita’s bothered him, like cigars and

“No…