Old Agnes' smile deepened at Malcolm's sputtering outrage. "You're not the only one enraptured by the blossoming of this wolfen power, it seems."
Brenda's cheeks colored ever so slightly at the frank assessment, but she rallied admirably, gesturing to the spitted meats with a casual flick of her wrist. "Well, don't just stand there. Render yourselves of some utility before our repast spoils."
Beneath her measured tone, an undercurrent of alpha command thrummed—a primal frequency that resonated through Malcolm's very marrow, stoking his wolfen instincts like a lusty caress.
Before Malcolm could marshal a response - hoarse words torn from a throat parched by primordial thirst - Liza's bright voice broke through the soupy miasma of his senses like a splash of icy water.
"Oh. My. Word!" sh
