Quinn
“Kill them all!” My wolf thundered as we stared at every exposed inch of our mate, along with the hundreds of other males here.
“Not an option, brother. Calm down.” Lan read the rage on my face and pulled me back to my seat.
Irina was dressed, for want of a better word, in tiny black shorts and a black sports bra. The bright lights in the arena highlighted all her tattoos and scars. Her hair had been closely braided to her skull in tiny plats and pulled high above her head. As she turned, my eyes were drawn to her toned butt; red rhinestones spelled out Shadow in a way that made it look like the letters were bleeding.
“Damn, Luna’s seen some action,” Grady commented.
“That’s one way to put it,” said Alec.
The emcee began announcing the fight as Irina’s music faded away. She
