DERRICK POV
I didn’t know what the hell they put in the water up here, but damn.
My little mouse’s family? Gorgeous. Gorgeous in that terrifying, untouchable, angel-descended-from-the-heavens kind of way. Like if you crossed a runway model with a special ops soldier and sprinkled in just a pinch of I will murder you with my pinky if you breathe wrong. If that’s even possible. Which, apparently, it is—because the seven of them stood lined up like a divine firing squad.
Seven. Male. Family. Members.
And yes, that included her dads and her four brothers. Dalton and I? Yeah, we were a little outnumbered. Just a little. Nothing like two wolves walking straight into the lion’s den. No pressure.
The second they spotted us, a ripple went through the air. Growls. Low, chest-rumbling, synchron
