White Wolves

Determination

Recognizing the look on Jen’s face, Rhys got up, checked to make sure the door to the bar was locked, and disappeared into a backroom.  Presumably with Jeremy. Jen remained at the table, frantically trying to process everything that had happened since she first met Rhys such a short time ago.  Thoughts chased around her… Continue reading Determination

White Wolves

Fighting for a Prize

“Waylon,” the leader of the three started, “You flea-bitten, mangy, pathetic excuse of an omega.” In the pause Rhys jumped in, “That’s quite the set of flowered insults there, Jennings.” Jennings made for Rhys, but the other two stopped him.  They both spoke softly to Jennings for several seconds.  Finally, Jennings quit baring his teeth… Continue reading Fighting for a Prize