“Havoc.”
“Don't fucking Alpha me right now, Yogi.”
His nostrils flare. For one second, dominance crashes into the space between us.
Monster rises.
My teeth sharpen. Then Wreck reins it back. And that’s what makes him different. He looks toward the ridge. Then at me.
“You functional?”
“Yes.”
“Head clear?”
“Yes.”
“Anything broken?”
I roll my shoulder. Agony shoots down my arm.
“Don't think so.”
Justin mutters something about fucking idiots. Wreck ignores him.
“Then get your ass on the hose. No cutting. No falling trees. And if you get dizzy, you tell me.”
I nod.
“Fine.”
“That's an order.”
“Yeah, yeah.”
I turn back toward the fire. Justin stares at Wreck.
“You're both fucking insane.”
“Dragon,” Wreck says.
“What?”
“Fire.”
Justin curses and gets back to work.
Despite everything?
I grin.
This is my Pack now.
Pack. Crew. Whatever the fuck we are.
And somewhere down that mountain is a female who doesn't know what she is to me yet.
Hell.