KATHERINE POV
Gunter’s chest was rising and falling in heavy, ragged breaths, like he’d just run across a battlefield—and maybe, in a way, he had. His wolf was still right beneath the surface, eyes glowing a faint green, his whole presence practically vibrating with instinct and unspent energy.
He took a step forward, gaze locked on Tessa.
And my cousin whimpered.
Then she stepped back. Behind me.
What the hell?
That was not the reaction I was expecting.
Tessa had spent the last three years raving about how she wanted a mate who looked like a walking wall of muscle. She’d described her dream guy as broad-shouldered, tall, strong enough to throw her over one shoulder and fight off a pack of rogues without breaking a sweat.
She was basically describing Gunter with different hair.
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