Leigh
Brax’s beast was bloody insane, roaring at her like that, and though she had tried to stop him from dragging her down to that car, she could not, Jara would not help her at all, and without any of her own beast’s strength she was no match for his beast at all.
That one roar of, ‘Mine,’ had whipped Jara’s head up and around to stare at her wolfen mate through Leigh’s eyes. That beast had just laid claim to them, all loud and full of aggression at that. All she’d done was hug Blake, no different to her hugging Elijah or Lucas as far as she was concerned.
He’d hugged a little more than the others had, a little tighter, she supposed, but that was because he was a Gamma-blooded wolf and could feel her unhappiness. He’d mind-linked to her as he’d hugged her, ‘I’m certain it will be okay
