Silver Creek strange, the way it felt like home - to wander through the dark alone

He moved forward, and Cyclone remained where she was, still and observant. She watched him carefully, wondering if he was seeking asylum with Rosings or merely milling about. When he moved even closer, she let a low rumble grow in her throat. She would not let some man from outside be so bold. It was one thing if it were Grayson or even one of his brothers, but she would not tolerate this, no matter how unladylike she appeared. Once a flirt, now chaste, Cyclone was determined to stand her ground and make sure he knew that he was unwelcome here until Grayson had met and approved of him.

If her leader decided upon that, she hoped to the stars that she would not be bound to him. He was an ugly creature by her standards, and she considered herself to be quite the beauty. The last thing she wanted was ugly children. Addison would surely make a mockery of her if that happened, but Cyclone knew she would persevere no matter what. She would not let the Odolf girl push her down. Blackthorns were not a name to be pushed down, and this wolf lurking her way was no different.

If he continued forward, Neasa knew she would need to take action. Already, her muscles tensed as she readied herself to spring forward and take him down, should he attempt any sort of frisky business or attack of any variety. In fact, if he did not make a move to get out of their claim in the making, Cyclone decided right then and there that she would call for the men to take care of him. Surely they would not be pleased with a skulking predator out to get their women.