*Polly*
My first thought is to flee. The savage, sunburned man on the dais cannot, simply cannot, be my Fennec.
The way he stands in front of all those Alphas, shoulders wider than anyone else’s, the way his eyes calmly move over the room, the color of his skin, his tattoo, and the way his hair doesn’t even touch the nape of his neck…
Fennec doesn’t look like that, and he doesn’t act like that.
But, of course, I am wrong. It is actually the scar on Fennec’s neck that convinces me. I gasp at the sight, my heart gives one huge thump, and the room turns hazy.
I climb back from a pool of darkness to find myself clasped in Fennec’s arms as he walks across the chamber. Something deep inside me instantly recollects the windy, outdoors smell of him, even though his voice is nothing like what
