Aurélie POV
I wait until both male wolves disappear into the distance before I finally move. Only then do I begin to undress, my fingers steady as I fold my clothes and tuck them neatly into Maurice’s bag. The moment my skin meets the night air, I let go and my shift takes over.
My yellow-sandy brown wolf emerges, stretching instinctively, her spine arching as though she, too, hadn’t realised how long it had been since she last ran free. I groan internally as she works the stiffness from her body, muscles rolling beneath her fur.
She grips the bag between her teeth and takes off, chasing after the two Alpha males who are already far ahead.
When I finally catch up, Damien’s wolf can’t look away from me.
His ocean-blue eyes have darkened into a violent navy, like a storm-tossed sea bare
