Chapter 12

• Deacon stomped down the stairs and kept going, he needed to put as much space between him and Giana right now. His creature was ready to step in and claim her.
• “You want to tell me where your heads at, Deacon?”
• Just like that his animal settled and he felt like that scrawny, scared kid that Calum had found all over again. Deacon took off his hat and tossed it on the ground, then rubbed his hands through his hair, trailing down his face to his beard. He opened his eyes and looked at the man that had saved him and given him a new lease on life. “She’s my mate, Calum.” He whispered, feeling the angst and pain flood him as he admitted it out loud for the first time.