Page 8 of Wolf Unleashed
“Wait here,” Rafe ordered Alyssa and Tiernan.
A curvy woman with pale green eyes, high cheekbones and utterly stacked stepped out of the woods and stood at Gunnar’s side. Long blonde hair hung past her shoulders to the middle of her back. Undeniably gorgeous. And Rafe was heading right to her.
Not even a hurried walk. He ran to her, swept her into his arms, and swung her around before setting her down. Her face lit up as she hugged him.
“Easy,” Tiernan said, gripping Alyssa’s arm.
“I wasn’t going to hurt her. Much.”
“You need to trust him.”
“I do. But look at her. She’s tall, built like she was made for him. And she’s one of his pack, Tiernan. Not some human who’s forcing him to choose between her and his people.”
“You’re sounding like a jealous woman.”
Guilty as charged. More than jealous, though. She feared losing Rafe. Losing Maddox had already shaken her to her core. She couldn’t handle losing Rafe, too. And yet she wanted him to be happy, safe.
“He shouldn’t have to leave his pack because of me.”
“We’re not leaving because of you,” Rafe said as he headed toward her and Tiernan, his hand pulling the buxom blonde along with him.
As they passed Gunnar, the woman glanced at the guard, her eyes hanging on him longer than Alyssa expected.
“This is Freya, my sister,” Rafe introduced the woman.
Alyssa broke into a smile. “You never mentioned having a sister.”
“That’s typical,” Freya said, rolling her eyes as she glanced at her brother. “Rafe tends to listen and let others do the talking. He thinks it’s good for gathering intel.”
“It is.”
“So is talking to people, Rafe,” she admonished her brother. “Especially a mate.”
“You know?” he said.
“The whole pack knows.”
“She’s human,” he said.
“I heard. And that she’s Woodrow Monroe’s daughter. The rumor’s spreading fast.”
“It’s not a rumor,” Alyssa said. “But I can’t help who my father is, can I?”
Freya raised a brow. “It looks like we have that in common.”
Alyssa reddened. “I’m sorry. That wasn’t fair of me.”
“Fair or not, it was justified. And while I’d love to get to know you better, you don’t have much time. I’ve cleared the border at section B3, Rafe. You can slip through there.”
“How did you clear it? You have no authority—”
“I have my ways,” Freya said, shaking her bottom.
A growl vibrated through the air. All heads turned to Gunnar, who immediately shut his mouth.
Freya rolled her eyes.
“Roll your eyes at me all you want, but not at Gunnar,” Rafe scorned. “He’s right. You shouldn’t be teasing the guards or doing anything to attract their attention.”
