Roarak Halfhide of the Halfhide pack understands his duty. He’s found his pack a home, now he just needs to keep them safe and fed. It doesn’t matter that Sam, one of the workers at Cup o’ Sugar, makes him want to shirk his duties and spend his time sipping coffee in one of the booths.<br><br>He doesn’t even like coffee.<br><br>But things don’t always go as planned, and when there is a threat to Sam, Roarak can’t pretend to be just another coffee-loving customer. He has to protect his mate.

Cup o’ Sugar

The SUV sped up and Roarak heard the mumbling again.


He focused on the black-eyed man. The air around him seemed to grow more solid, it was as if he was trapped in a bubble.


It took all his strength to get a hand through the barrier, but when he did, he sliced the black-eyed man over the mouth, stopping his chanting for a second.


It was enough for the air resistance to lessen.


Roarak was thrown forward as the driver hit the brakes, making them screech. His back hit the dashboard hard enough for the plastic to crack. Sam was flung forward too, crashing into the passenger seat in front of him. The rusty scent of his blood was enough for Roarak to attack the driver.


He grabbed the man’s head and twisted. The neck snapped with a crunch; not nearly as satisfying as it should’ve been.


Chapter 4