Another blond guy, it turned out, was about Drew's age and nearly as tall, lean, and athletic, with a nasty smirk and faintly glowing eyes, blue beneath the gold.
Another alpha. Cousin Blake? The other blond must be his brother, the one who'd had the bad taste to disappoint his parents by coming out a garden-variety werewolf.
"Blake," Drew snarled. "Stay the fuck away from him."
Aaand Alyssa's advice not to let Blake get to him had clearly been both necessary and futile.
"Don't, Drew," I whispered, knowing he'd hear me but hoping Blake wouldn't. "It's not worth it!"
Blake's smirk went crooked, and his eyes flicked to me, malice glinting behind the alpha glow. Apparently he'd heard me. I resisted the urge to shrink down behind Drew and try to disappear.
"Neither are you," he said.
Drew lunged, and I desperately pulled him back. Blake stepped forward, not back, claws gleaming at his fingertips, and…
