Third Person POV
The dark and brooding form of Blaze’s friend Carlos filled the doorway of the pack house, a large back pack slung across his back, as he waited impatiently for the guard to announce his arrival.
Receiving the mind link from the front door protection, Blaze Hurried down the stairs and beckoned the scarred faced man to follow him up the stairs where he led him to his room.
Entering behind the Beta, Carlos’ eyes swept the room as Blaze shut the door with a sharp click, locking it securely. His eyes landed on the young girl who gazed back at him fearfully, her eyes travelling from his old, mud covered boots, up the leather motorbike trousers, the white t shirt that did nothing to cover the muscles and tattoos that adorned his body, up the neck, over the stubble covered chi
