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We return to Chicago where the Vanguard pack makes its home. Where Tyler and Katrina, omegas of the pack, are in love. And Tyler finally gains the courage to pop the question...
But Katrina's past has caught up to her...
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Tyler trotted along Wentworth Avenue, the scent of roast duck and spices calling to his stomach when Katrina’s raised voice reached his ears. He didn’t understand Mandarin, but his mate never yelled. He growled low in his chest and ran.
Three other men broke from the crowd and surrounded the arguing couple.
Tyler’s heart rate took off like a locomotive on a downhill slide. He smelled shifters. Non-Vanguard shifters in their territory and they were surrounding his mate.
The Asian stranger grabbed her arm and yanked her into his embrace.
“Hey!” It took every ounce of Tyler’s control to keep his beast from busting out and changing into his werewolf form on the tourist filled streets of Chicago’s biggest attraction. He shoved the stranger from behind, knocking Katrina out of his arms.
She stumbled and landed hard on the ground. Tears stained her cheeks. The cold wind blew strands of long, black hair across her face.
“Get your hands off her.” He bent to help her up, but the stranger blocked him. Straightening, Tyler glared at Katrina’s assailant and met a cold, dark stare.
Tyler’s beast rose closer to the surface. Protect. Bite. Attack. Clouded his thoughts. This male thought to block his way to defend his mate. The only solution was to tear a pathway through this asshole. “Get. Out. Of. My. Way.” He spoke each word separately to make sure he could be understood since the beast was taking over his voice.
“This is none of your concern.” The stranger spoke with a thick accent like Katrina’s.
“You’re on Vanguard territory. Anything that happens here is my concern.” Tyler pointed to Katrina, then back to himself. “And she belongs to me.” He’d hear about that statement later for sure. He could think what he wanted, but Katrina didn’t like being claimed as an object.
“Chinatown is not Vanguard territory. Never has been and never will be. And this female is my mate. Until she ran away.” Crossing his arms, the stranger planted himself in front of Tyler. “She still belongs to me and has never been yours to take.”
Tyler’s jaw unhinged. He shot her a questioning look, but she stared at the ground, not meeting his gaze. Katrina hated to speak about her past. Now, he knew why.
Three other men broke from the crowd and surrounded the arguing couple.
Tyler’s heart rate took off like a locomotive on a downhill slide. He smelled shifters. Non-Vanguard shifters in their territory and they were surrounding his mate.
The Asian stranger grabbed her arm and yanked her into his embrace.
“Hey!” It took every ounce of Tyler’s control to keep his beast from busting out and changing into his werewolf form on the tourist filled streets of Chicago’s biggest attraction. He shoved the stranger from behind, knocking Katrina out of his arms.
She stumbled and landed hard on the ground. Tears stained her cheeks. The cold wind blew strands of long, black hair across her face.
“Get your hands off her.” He bent to help her up, but the stranger blocked him. Straightening, Tyler glared at Katrina’s assailant and met a cold, dark stare.
Tyler’s beast rose closer to the surface. Protect. Bite. Attack. Clouded his thoughts. This male thought to block his way to defend his mate. The only solution was to tear a pathway through this asshole. “Get. Out. Of. My. Way.” He spoke each word separately to make sure he could be understood since the beast was taking over his voice.
“This is none of your concern.” The stranger spoke with a thick accent like Katrina’s.
“You’re on Vanguard territory. Anything that happens here is my concern.” Tyler pointed to Katrina, then back to himself. “And she belongs to me.” He’d hear about that statement later for sure. He could think what he wanted, but Katrina didn’t like being claimed as an object.
“Chinatown is not Vanguard territory. Never has been and never will be. And this female is my mate. Until she ran away.” Crossing his arms, the stranger planted himself in front of Tyler. “She still belongs to me and has never been yours to take.”
Tyler’s jaw unhinged. He shot her a questioning look, but she stared at the ground, not meeting his gaze. Katrina hated to speak about her past. Now, he knew why.