FANGS OF ENVY
ZAREK’S POV
The communal hub pulsed with the pack’s restless energy, a low buzz of voices mingling with the flicker of the OLED screens streaming human movies.
I leaned against a graphite wall, my thoughts on Lykaina, due for our next training session.
Her wildflower and lightning scent from yesterday’s shopping trip still clung to me, stirring my wolf, the mate bond a relentless pull I fought to ignore.
She felt the pull too, but she excused it as normal attraction, the fickle kind of attraction humans have for their partners.
Yesterday, she stood fierce and beautiful in that silver dress, her dark eyes sharp. Her call to her Grandmother, Elara, had revealed a loyalty that made my wolf howl with pride.
A cloying jasmine-and-mint scent sliced through my thoughts, a
