If his tongue wasn’t lolling out of his mouth as he ran, Luka would be grinding his teeth. He’d kill the bastard who had frightened her so.
He knew her cousins would be pissed off at her. They’d take out their frustrations on her because of her perceived disobedience.
What did her cousins plan to do with her? They couldn’t knock her out with drugs, not while pursuing her as wolves. They had to be trying to corral and take her back to the cars parked at Senton Castle and to that bastard Rafferty. That’s all Luka could imagine they’d try to do.
He wanted to call out to her, howl, bark, to let her know her Highland warrior was on his way. But he didn’t want to alert her kin that he was coming to rescue her, afraid they might deal with her more harshly if they thought their time was quickly
