Chapter 65

He let himself linger on her then, staring at the back of her neck as she hesitated, searching for a way ahead while all the men inched closer.

His enamel set in opposition to the wish to leap into the crowd and combat for her, he solely watched. Caressed her hair with his eyes.

She dropped her chin and her shoulders rose and fell, as if she'd taken a deep breath. Had they been alone, he may have whined, to experience her ache with her—to let her comprehend that she was no longer alone. To encourage her now not to give up.

But then the entire pack iced up as her scent rose amongst them, tantalizing and sweet.

The hair on the lower back of Gabriel's neck stood up as each male round him tensed.

No.

That musky, first-rate aroma of her wanting, the scent he'd been bathed in returned in the fox hole—his preferred smell in the world, however not here. Not now.

He almost stated her name, had to swallow the word. But then her scent sp