Elliot looked between his future bride and his mate. He could hear the sound of the rogues getting closer. He could only carry one of them and still manage to get past the wolves that were almost upon him.
He paused, hesitant.
Who should he save first?
Jasmine or Isabella?
His wolf was vehemently demanding that he save Jasmine. She was his mate, and if that pack of rogue wolves found her down here naked, they would pick up where their friends had left off. Her sweet scent was probably attracting them, making them crazy with need.
Then, they would surely kill her.
Jasmine was his.
She was his mate. It was bad enough that those rogues had stripped her and touched her. The thought of anyone else bedding his mate made him crazy with jealousy.
