Chapter 100: Relief

There's no way to fight them all, and nowhere to run. But the thought of going peacefully is anathema in my head.

"Stay away from me," I warn them, stepping back until I hit a building. At least no one can sneak up behind me this way. I'd rather see what's coming at me.

"Nicole, please. We aren't here to hurt you."

I scoff, but then something familiar hits me. Masculine, wild, achingly familiar. My head snaps to the side so fast my neck protests. Through the haze of settling concrete dust, a tall figure in black approaches with measured steps, each movement radiating power and authority.

My fingers tighten around Princess Paws, trembling at the sight of him.

Logan. The pheromones rolling off him are like a tidal wave cresting. My heart thunders against my ribs as he draws closer, his presence filling the narrow alley.

Princess Paws squirms in my grip, a low purr rumbling through her tiny body. Even she recognizes him, welcomes him.