Tessa sat in the middle of the bed, her eyes trained on the door, and a gun in her hand. Drake had been gone at least ten minutes, and she was starting to worry about his safety. Who was out there on their land? A hunter?

Her mind already had an idea it could be Bradley. She didn't want him anywhere near the clan, and if she brought trouble to Drake's land, she would be forever sorry. Why couldn't her ex-husband just leave her in peace?

"Tessa, it's Drake!" The sound of his knuckles tapping on the door caused her to yelp before scrambling off the bed. "I have a key, little one. Put the gun away."

"Come inside, please," she yelled through the door. The gun was still on the bed, and she was waiting for him to step through. Tessa didn't realize how scared she was until she looked down at her shaking hands.

As soon as the door opened, she jumped into his arms. "Are you okay? What happened? Who was it?"

"Woah," Drake said, kissing the top of her head before releasing her to go over to retrieve the gun. He slid it into his side table and turned around to address her. What Tessa saw in his eyes made the shaking turn into full blown tremors.

"Was it him?"

"I don't know." Drake shook his head. His eyes were glowing and his brows were pushed forward. The male she'd given her heart to was angry. No, he was beyond angry. The sharp fangs poking into his bottom lip were proof of that. "He left in a car parked by the road. I know his scent now, and if it's Bradley, I'll know him before I ever lay eyes on the son of a bitch."