Her transformation was striking. Gone were the long, dark waves he knew. In their place, a short, fiery green bob framed her face, making her green eyes burn even brighter beneath the dim lights.
She wore a cropped red leather jacket, its sheen catching the glow of the stage lights, emphasizing the curve of her shoulders. She strutted forward in knee-high boots, her hips swaying with deliberate, practiced ease. The black leather shorts hugged her thighs, leaving very little to the imagination.
She moved with the confidence of a woman who owned herself. Who knew she was being watched and thrived on it.
Theo’s grip tightened on the armrest.
His wolf snarled possessively.
She was playing with fire.
And he was about to burn for her.
Theo’s entire body locked tight, every muscle coiled a
