Alpha's Unicorn Mate
Considering Tourmaline was only a few feet away, Razl could only pray the bastard didn’t break protocol.
Switching the knife to his other hand, the werewolf squeezed his right hand into a meaty fist and swung with more speed than Razl had been expecting. The punch connected with his jaw in a hit that could have easily sent him sprawling on his ass if he hadn’t crashed into the wall, which was a pal, keeping him on his feet.
That was pathetic, he silently growled, pissed that he’d let the guy get in a shot. If Jeremy had been there, the Runner would already be laughing his ass off, mercilessly ribbing him for being such an idiot.
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