Sloane
Trey holds Bo’s fist in the air as champion, and the crowd roars—mostly disapproval, I think, but all the wolves are for Bo, and they shout the loudest.
Bo’s gaze cuts through the crowd to land on me, and he grins, blood showing through his teeth just like it did the night of the homecoming dance.
Jesus.
My palms are sweaty and cut open from my fingernails stabbing into the flesh I was so scared. And he’s up there grinning. Like he just had the time of his life.
Crazy freaking wolf boy.
I’m nearly bowled over by the rush of emotion that fills my chest. Love, I guess. Total affection. Gratitude. Maybe they’re all the same thing.
I love that wolf boy standing up there, grinning because he just fought for me and won.
Trey drags him through the back entrance, and he disappears,
