ALARIC
I looked at her standing naked among the trees and my brain stopped functioning for approximately three seconds. Which, for a Lycán King who makes life-or-death decisions in milliseconds, was an embarrassingly long eternity.
But this woman. This damn woman with her scars and her skin prickling from the cold and her arms crossed over her chest in a gesture of false modesty that turned me on more than if she had thrown herself at me.
“Did you give them a head start on purpose?” she asked, looking at me with that mix of suspicion and amusement that only she managed.
I smiled.
The truth was yes—but not exactly the way she thought. Enzo, the pup of the group, had proposed a competition through the bond while we were running. Whoever reached the Lagoon Clearing first, which according
