Wolf shifter men are, as a standard, larger and broader than human average. Six of them in a single minivan will certainly overpower it, but that's how they've managed to limp their way home—with a strange new addition.
"You said they were bringing a captive, not a child," I mutter to Vanessa, who seems unsurprised by the young girl's presence.
"Yes, well, age doesn't determine threat level." Vanessa's words fade into background noise as Lucas emerges.
My heart stutters. His golden eyes lock onto mine, and my world narrows to the space between us. One stride. Two. Three. His arms wrap around me, crushing me against the solid wall of his chest. The familiar scent of amber and campfire smoke floods my senses.
"You're safe." His voice rumbles through me. "When I couldn't reach you—"
"I know." My fingers curl into his shirt. Every muscle in my body unwinds, releasing tension I hadn't realized I'd been carrying. "I was worried, too."
