Trishal’s POV
Loren gave a curt nod in response, his hands finding their way to his pockets as his gaze settled on Adrian.
"Trish?" Corman asked, looking to Neymar.
"She just..."
I stepped out fully, not realising I had paused in my tracks when I set my eyes on the Lord of Blackthorn Valley.
Why didn't I remember he was this handsome?
"I'm here," I finally replied to Corman in a low, breathy voice, though my gaze remained fixed on Loren.
He turned at that moment to look at me, and as our gazes met, it was as if time itself stopped, like a repetition of earlier this morning in the woods.
His gaze captured, held down, and hypnotised me. I didn't need further affirmation to know he was the beautiful black wolf with the stormy grey eyes.
He broke his hold on me by looking away first,
