Phoenix Maplewood But in his car or in his arms a dream can mean anything

Still bristling from his last encounter, his protective and controlling rage refusing to eb to the deceiving low it was when he first came to the maplewood, the white wolf made haste toward the caller. He did not recognize the howl, but he recognized the figure as soon as he spied it between the smooth gray trunks of the maples. No other wolf had such a sorry appearance, and no other wolf would be beckoning Saena to the borders. Luke did not doubt he was here to see the pups, but even if Saena was inclined to allow it, the possessive white wolf was not. She was his now, and as far as he was concerned, so were the pups.

He snarled furiously, and threw himself into a full-out charge. Luke had no intention of letting Reek leave unscathed, unlike his packmate who had beat him to the interception. His fangs were bared and snapping with blood-drawing intent toward the black wolf's face. In fact, if given the chance, he would coldly murder Reek right here at the gates to his former homestead without a second thought.