"Why so jumpy?" Lucas smirked.
August rolled her eyes. "How do you seem to be everywhere?" she asked.
"That's my job," he shrugged, falling into step next to her. "Even if you're marked, Graeme shouldn't leave you alone," his eyebrows drew together.
"Afraid I'm going to attack someone?" she scoffed.
He turned to look at her in amusement. "Were you planning on it?" August answered with a glare, and he laughed. "No. Don't get me wrong. I'm suspicious as fuck about you. But I don't exactly want to see you hurt either."
"You don't?" That was hard to believe.
"What do you think I am? A monster?" He laughed again.
"Who would hurt me then?" she stopped abruptly, turning to scan him, but he went silent. "At the outpost—you wanted me gone."
"I didn't know you were his mate," his eyes narrowed. "Don't mistake my actions. I protect this pack. If Graeme comes back with his mate, that job only gets easier. And things get better. For everyone."
