"Just doing my job, Alpha. Even when that job involves... extended perimeter security."
Extended perimeter security.
That was certainly one way to describe standing guard while your Alpha thoroughly claimed his mate in the back of a car for what had felt like an eternity.
"Get us moving," Kade ordered.
"And crack your window. The air circulation needs assistance."
Marcus moved to comply immediately, returning to the driver's seat and starting the engine with smooth efficiency.
He cracked his own window, allowing cross-ventilation to help clear the overwhelming scent.
The other guards returned to their vehicles without needing explicit instruction, the convoy reforming with practiced precision.
Within moments, they were moving again, headlights cutting through November darkness as they continued toward Nightshade territory.
Inside the back seat, Kade adjusted his hold on Dakota's unconscious form, making sure she was secure for the long drive ahead.
