Chapter 42: S3 Eli: What the Hell is That?

Eli Mesnikoff

A series of howls pierces the early morning hours, putting his inner beast on alert. Eli

cocks his head to the side and listens to the subtle differences in each of their tones.

Fucking rogues assholes, he doesn't recognize any of them.

The rogue pack calls out again. They aren't far off. And if he's right, they're about to have

more company.

He bridges the gap between him and Tessa in just a few quick strides. His fingers wrap

around her wrist, pulling Tessa to her feet.

She's pale, well, paler than usual. And her heart is beating erratically in her chest as if

trying to hammer its way out.

Another sequence of howls wails, but this time, they're closer, too close for comfort.

"What the hell is t-that?" Her eyes widen, and her body shakes.

His inner wolf can smell her growing fear, which only makes his mounting anger grow

exponentially.