Hunter’s pov:
My mate was badass, and she didn’t even know it.
The way she used the bow had me mesmerized. Once the guys had groveled to her, and my wolf was no longer anxious to rip them to shreds, I asked her whether she was good at shooting moving targets.
She wasn’t confident in her skills… and yet, she didn’t miss that apple.
Then, the one I thought had been her best friend all along, began to diss her. I saw red. I could sense my mate’s distress faintly through the bond, and that, new as it was, told me that she must be getting emotional too.
I didn’t hesitate to step forward and call that she-wolf out on her bullsh*it. My hand resting on Eden’s shoulder for a moment there, wasn’t to tell her I got this wordlessly, or to reassure her in the least… I just really needed her t
