Chapter 15

Brock gave his beautiful little hellcat a reassuring kiss, then tilted his head back and loosed a howl that each member of his Pack in the vicinity was sure to hear. Thor was almost finished with preparations for the marking ritual, and he needed Derrick with him.

“You see, love,” Brock explained. “Thor is what we Dire Wolves call favored by the gods. He will see our path and engrave it on my skin.”

He’d caught Ariella eying him curiously as Brock unbuttoned the thick flannel shirt he’d been wearing. He pulled that off, and the tank top he had on underneath next. Tugging it up and over his head from the back.

He’d been thinking about this moment ever since he’d met Ariella. It was an honor he had never expected to experience and the fact that she accepted and welcomed him into her life, body, heart, and soul, made him the luckiest fucker on the planet.