Lesley's POV
“Should I go first, or would you like to?” Cedrick asked, stopping at an old willow that kept a person from view. I let him go first, hoping that I could use the time to psyche up my wolf in the meantime – and perhaps find out if this was something she really wanted, or just my brain being weird today.
But before I managed to get a hold of her, there was a rustle behind me. I looked up--- and the second I laid eyes on Cedrick I knew his wolf was in charge. Power and dominance oozed out of him. And not because he stood proud, tall, snarling, or puffing his chest out. He just sat there, looking almighty as hell! And literally, my wolf went white as a sheet and scrambled to the back of my consciousness – tail between her legs and everything!
Ok--- so, that just happened!
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