Leila kept running, careful to remain within the packland as her wolf Lisa savoured the cool morning breeze. Everyday began this way for her; a run around the packland. Her men had taken over guarding the boundaries and keeping the area safe from the day they had successfully infiltrated Dante’s lands. And often she would remind her men of the need to stay alert and not give room to any external attack.
It had been a week since she found out Dante was her mate and she had avoided going down to the dungeon since then. Denying or refusing to say anything about it whenever her men tried to bring it up. One week of torture from Lisa, who kept whining and craving the attention of Dante’s wolf. It had not been easy keeping her in check, especially as she suddenly became conscious of Dante’s sce
