#Chapter 84 Lead with Love

The Pack Orley was the first to attack. A spritely creature, barely five feet tall, her method of violence involved high-level marital arts. The birds overhead might have mistaken her for a flying squirrel. The brother, Rickon, was the anchor. Orley could climb and vault off of him faster than you could raise and aim a revolver. Not that anyone in this circle had a revolver to speak of. The redhead and the blond, Callum and Imogen, closed in on the victim to cut off means of escape. Blows were thrown and parried, the woman in the center, the target holding her own as fists and feet invaded her space without warning. Sweat covered her face quickly, her hands and knees picking up dirt anytime she was pushed to the ground. A few stayed on the outer edge of the circle, surveying. The Alpha’s face was even but his eyes would betray his nervousness for the young woman. Shana and Walter stood together, her hand over her mouth as she whispered into his ear. The white-eye woman, Cl