CHAPTER 73

The grey wolf threw back his head and howled, garnering the attention of every wolf around him. No other male should touch her. No one was allowed to hurt her. She was his. She belonged to him. The life in her womb belonged to him. They were both his to protect, to care for, to shelter. The only thing stopping the wolf from acting on his raging anger and going for the uncle"s throat was that his claws were pressed threateningly against her stomach – the grey wolf understood the threat, understood cause and effect. Although the man"s words made no sense, he also understood what he wanted. He wanted Gio. So the wolf drew back, though he remained closer to the surface than ever before. Gio rose to his feet, panting and raging. The sight of Danica, pale and flaccid, held with her back against Kevin"s chest had his blood boiling and something in his chest tightening. She was unconscious, had clearly been drugged. Seeing Kevin"s claws placed threateningly against