“Nica? What’s wrong?”
Thor’s heart almost hammered right outside of his body when he saw Nica run across the lot behind the bar. He raced after her, calling her name, only to startle her into screaming.
Fuck. He should have been more careful, but his Wolf was riding him hard. He needed to make sure she was all right.
“Nica? Talk to me, angel. Are you hurt?”
“Thor,” she said his name, clinging to him once she recognized him.
Thank fuck. He’d never felt this level of concern for another person, and it was downright scary. Hugging her close after he assessed her condition, Thor exhaled the breath he’d been holding.
“What happened, angel? Talk to me.”
He kissed her temple before drawing back to look at her face. She was pale and shaken, and his beast reared up, ready to attack whatever had threatened his sweet mate.