Book 2: Out for Blood

Rafe

Two hours was not nearly enough time, especially since we had to stop to pack. I can still feel Ainslee’s mouth on my dick as I ride next to her on horseback. It makes for a bit of an uncomfortable ride.

Karl rides at the head of the Alphas and us, just behind a sea of troops. With every community we pass in Longclaw, a handful of troops peel off, but thanks to Ainslee’s grassroots idea, we lose few from the throng. Since we had brought order to the area, most of the villagers are now healthy–in fighting form, one could say. They are not only willing, but eager, to defend their homes and laud Karl, Ainslee, and me as we pass.

Craig is taking notes. I can tell. He seems genuinely surprised and impressed by the kind of loyalty Karl, Ainslee, and I command in the Longclaw territory.

“Ironclaw can be just like this,” Craig mumbles to himself behind us. “I know it can.”

Karl turns on his horse to look at the younger Alpha. “You mustered