Alpha's Hunt
The second werewolf I’d ever seen limped out of the forest. From a distance, his scent had been wild, bitter, terrifying. But the beast himself was grizzled and bleeding from deep gashes on his chest, belly, and flank.
The stranger was barely able to shuffle, let alone jump us. I wouldn’t have been surprised if he keeled over on the spot.
My own lupine shoulders drifted downward. This wasn’t the terrifying skinless I’d been scared of since childhood. I’d overreacted. Just like when I first met Luke.
I let my eyes skitter sideways, expecting the first werewolf I’d ever seen to grace me with an amused smirk. Only...Luke’s glare was so firmly fixed upon the older wolf that he seemed to have forgotten I was present. Not just his ruff but the fur along his entire back lifted up
