Chapter 4


    I cower and scramble away as a man grabs Christopher and throws him a dozen feet away.


    Chris growls. The neer tilts his head.


    Then he charges at Chris and they tumble to the ground. The manes out on top. Then he rains


    punches on Chris that echo loudly in the air.


    Chris is wheezing, his face bleeding.


    The stranger doesn’t relent. He ms his fists over and over again.


    It’s brutally violent.


    Part of me revels in it—the justice—because I know if not for him, Chris would’ve assaulted me, and


    despite open violence in our true forms being forbidden, his wolf undoubtedly would have torn me apart


    if given the chance.


    A shuddering breath escapes me.


    The stranger’s head turns sharply as if he’s attuned to me. I see it then, the sh of gold.


    He’s a wolf.A strong one.


    In the next instant, he turns and resumes hitting the unconscious body beneath him.


    “S-Stop,” I whisper. “You’ll kill him.”


    "So?" the stranger growls.


    “It’s not worth viting packws for him.”


    It’s true. This man saved me. But Chris is a wolf of rank and status. If he died there’d be repercussions,


    and I don’t think they’d care that this man was defending me.


    They might even punish him more.


    Chris’s head thumps as he’s unceremoniously dropped to the ground.


    I wince.


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    The male stalks over to me. I blink as I’m finally able to see the man clearly.


    He’s tall. Well over six feet.


    And handsome.


    Dark eyes and a strong jaw. Full lips and a strong body.


    His hair is longer on top and stylishly messy.


    My thoughts are interrupted as the SUVes careening around the corner.


    I tense.


    This could be bad.


    But instead of fighting, they take in this stranger, standing with his hands shifted so his ws are ready


    to strike. They must see the same thing I do—this wolf is fearless.


    Rather than challenge him or attack me, they gather Chris and pull him into the SUV.


    He stirs and starts swearing. “You b*tch! I’ll kill you both!”


    The man who saved me bristles, stalking toward the car.


    “Don’t.” I catch his arm. “He isn’t worth it.”


    His dark eyes remind me of the depths of the forest I ran as a child. Woods so dark and dense that you


    could hardly see the Goddess’ moonlight from above.


    This man though… He looks deadly—like people''s lives mean nothing to him at all. Perhaps they don’t.


    Most wolves don’t think humans are equal. And within packs, fights for dominance aremon.


    But…


    "It is not worth being imprisoned over someone like him."


    The man doesn’t react, but I sense him rxing.


    The she-wolf sticks her head out the car. “Holy sh*t! Is that Jason Reed!?”


    The other two men look back and forth between her and the stranger. “What, are you drunk?” one of


    them says. They climb into the front seats. The stocky one peers out the window, “Jason Reed, the


    richest man in the city? No f*cking way!"


    I blink, confused.


    Jason Reed is the Alpha. The wealthiest, most powerful werewolf to emerge in a century.


    He wouldn’t be in this part of the city, wearing rags and sporting bruised knuckles. He wouldn’t waste


    his time on humans. Or a rogue wolf.


    On me.


    This is no billionaire. His jacket is threadbare, and his face is haunted.


    This man—my savior—is in old clothes. He looks… as broken as I do.


    This man is big and strong, and he might have alpha tendencies. But he’s probably a rogue too. Why


    else would he even be here?


    I watch the car tear up the street. When the road is quiet again, I look back at the man. "Thank you…


    for saving me."


    He grunts, but says nothing more.


    He walks to the edge of the road—the same spot where Chris pinned me, and sits down on the


    curb.His hands have morphed back, no ws or fur visible. This man appears in perfect control. But


    what if that should slip? What if Chris were toe back here, with more men?


    I don’t think this wolf would back down. And he’d either end up in jail, or worse… at the mercy of pack


    enforcers should his wolf break free.


    I walk over to him. “Um… Aren’t you going home now?”


    No response.


    I lower my voice. “You should go back to your pack. Or take a run to cool off, maybe. Do you want me


    to call your family?”


    He slowly raises his head, and what I see leaves me speechless.


    Death. Darkness so absolute that the only thingparable is…death.


    I’ve seen the same darkness in my own eyes many times. When my grandfather died. When Ava was


    stripped from me. When I lost my baby.