As Ackerly stirred from his sleep, he found himself in a place that was all too familiar to him. As he slowly regained consciousness, his bleary eyes gradually focused on his surroundings. Ackerly's throat tightened as he swallowed, his nerves getting the best of him.
He was certain, without a doubt, that he was fully cognizant of his surroundings, despite his recollection of the recent past being limited to his valiant rescue of a defenseless pup from the clutches of a marauding assailant.
The Luna of the Sun Forest Pack found herself bound to a pole, positioned squarely before the nefarious hideout of the rogues. The alluring sight of his bare skin was impossible to miss, particularly with the prominent evidence of Killan's claim from their intimate bond. Ackerly was met with a chorus of growls.
Ackerly's eyes scanned the area, taking in the familiar faces that surrounded him. However, it was one individual who truly captured his attention, and it was not the lovely Yael.
