The Pack Girl's Retribution (Sequel to The Pack's Girl)

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"Perhaps they do." Killian nodded to the three identical males stepping into the small grove.

My blood coated mates.

They, all three, looked exhausted but unharmed.

Thank Heavens!

I was incredibly relieved to see them okay. Glad that the sounds of battle had died down. We won.

Seeing how shaken I appeared, Vanquish immediately whirled to see the others appearing from the camp.

"What's going on?" He backed up toward me. Casting a worried glance over his shoulder before eyeing all the mages pouring from behind trees and the edges of the camp. Looking at them all just as warily as he had the first time, he'd seen them.

It is hard to get used to.

Realizing that mages are no longer our enemy.

There had been such a long-standing feud between the wolf-hunting mages and my kind that it was ingrained to resent each other.

That distaste had stemmed from before the wolf plagues.

When King Detry first began having mages recruited for his guild. We hadn't known then that they were being kidnapped and forced.

But thanks to Killian, we now did.

Everyone approaching had stopped. They stood there, giving Vanquish wary looks. Some shifting in discomfort.

I didn't have to see his fierce face to know what it looked like. His high cheekbones and square jaw would be set in firm lines. His green eyes snapping ferally. His sinewed arms bulged as his hands flexed into white-knuckled fists. Ready to strike anyone that inched too close.

Ready to defend me.

I remembered there had been a point when I'd found him nearly too imposing to endure. Both exciting and terrifying to be around.

I was just as mesmerized then by those eyes, as I am now.

Vanquish had put his back to me protectively so he could watch them all.

I admired the long, lean frame of him. Appreciating how the muscles of his lower back branched upward into bold arcs of muscle that wound around his shoulder blades and up over his collars. Hugging around his biceps. Each more defined then the last. Revealing how trim he was from days patrolling the borders of the Asara Territory.

He's willing to do anything to protect me.

That was an exhilarating epiphany.

It was Killian's words that calmed him. "I was suggesting she go home, leave the battling to me."

Vanquish cast him a look. Glanced around, then a further study.

Killian met his glare steadily, until Vanquish calmed.

He sighed. Muscles easing as he turned to crouch before me. Dropping a questioning hand on my shoulder he lightly massaged his thumb along my collar. Giving me a pensive look. "What do you think? Can we do that, Vanna Rae?"

I saw Hunter and Racer behind him. Looking dirty and exhausted. Their blue eyes intense as they studied our interchange.

Waiting for me to decide.

They were willing to follow whatever Vanquish decided.

They'd follow him anywhere.

And he'd follow me.