Wyatt slammed his hand into the tree right by her head while his other hand grabbed onto her shoulder. His shoulders were rising and falling as he struggled against himself. His silver eyes dimmed as they turned dark. He snarled lowly as he inched closer to Freya. The girl just stood there looking back at him curiously with her green eyes. There was no fear. Not even an ounce. She just stood there waiting to see what he was going to do. Her auburn hair was pushed behind her and he could see the white ivory skin of her neck. Her sweet scent tickled his nose as he took the air in deeply into his chest.
Freya watched his eyes darken as his wolf won a battle against him. He felt different than other werewolves she had encountered. Different than other Alpha’s sh
