Chapter 77

Trotting on four feet behind Trent and the female they'd saved, Darren tried to process everything that had happened in the last few minutes. And he didn't mean the battle.

When he'd kicked open the door to the only barred room he'd found in the large cabin, he'd not expected the kick to the gut when he saw the small brunette peering fearfully at him. She had reason. Enclosed in a dark room with only a bed to sit on, a bed with currently unused restraints hanging at the four corners. A wild rage imbued him, a rage that grew as he noted her fear. Then he got a whiff of her, and even unbathed and frightened, her underlying scent, the odor that marked every person like a fingerprint, hit him, and his eyes widened further in surprise. His wolf roused enough to growl, Mine.

Unfucking believable. He'd found his mate.