Before Heather even had the chance to fully realize that Kevin was on top of her in his wolf form, the heavy body was removed off her by an invisible force.
“What the hell just happened?” She let out astonished as her mate helped her to her feet.
“Telekinesis,” Jasmine supplied seeing as no one was willing to break the deafening silence, “one of Blake’s many abilities.”
Kevin’s wolf was sent flying across the room, and slammed hard against the windows of the living-room, breaking them, to end up outside.
“Excuse the mess,” Blake said apologetically. As he crossed over the broken glass, bending his head so as not to hit his head to the doorframe of the window, he called out, “Jonathan, this is the end for this mutt.”
“By all means, don’t hold back,” the alpha ultra told him grimly.
