Chapter 48. Black or Red?

Meadow tosses her hair back, that long sleek hair shining as it flies over her shoulder sassily, throwing her a pointed look and leading the way, yanking me with her once more. Cesar and Jesús, still standing in the entranceway, move out of the way, and I catch the slight up and down appraisals as they size me up in passing.

The twins’ eyes follow me, and although it’s not outright hostility, I can tell none of the males, except for maybe Mateo, are sure they want me here. I’m an outsider to them, an intruder to their pack, and not worthy of being bonded to their Alpha.

As soon as we get to the hallway, Meadow slides her arm in mine and hauls me close, a little aggressively for my liking. Leaning in, so her perfume and natural wolf scent mingle and hit me with a heady concoction.

“I know we’re supposed to follow Juan in his hatred of all the orphans he threw behind the mountain, but I lost family in that war, and it could well have been me. Some of us were lucky en