He knew Duke wasn’t alluding to one of the pack eating Frankie, but to something that could be equally as devastating. Beyond being a woman alone in the wild, she was single and she was ovulating. In heat. Her scent would drive any unmated werewolf crazy...or to do something both the wolf and Frankie would end up regretting. Hell, her scent was calling to the beast in him and it was taking all he had to keep his wolf under control. He could see that his attitude had hurt her feelings, but why did she have to show up today? It was the last damn thing he needed when he was mentally preparing himself to mate with another female. On top of that, Duke was right. She was definitely at risk out here on the range. Many members of the pack gathered on the Rocking M before the change so they were someplace safe to run when it happened. If another male found her alone out here this close to the full moon, there was every chance she could wake up tomorrow morning mated. And that would be less than ideal for both her and the wolf.
