Chapter 83

A sense of something wrong made Trent fidget on the rooftop where he hid for this second round of watch. He'd opted to stand his guard duty outside for this shift while Jaxon covered the inside. Darren and Marc slept, their turn for guard duty not for another hour still. They needed the sleep after the grueling trek of the day before. Night had completely fallen, yet the thick cloud cover hid the stars, rendering the world dark and damp.

At least out here in the brisk fall air Trent could breathe deep and not taste her scent. Not hunger for her. After her shower, it was all he could do to keep his hands off her. To prevent himself from snarling at the others for daring to show an interest. Trent was not a jealous man by nature. How could he be while raised in a pack where polyamorous situations were the accepted norm? But knowing Thea was available, if a widow, with others circling her in interest, he couldn't help the possessive feeling. The need to claim her as his own.