Two nights later, the moon rose full and bright, a silver coin pinned to the sky.
Among werewolves, a full moon did funny things.
Heightened senses. Sharper hearing. Stronger instincts. And, unfortunately, dramatically… amplified desire.
Riana had once heard a human scholar describe it as “biological enthusiasm.”
Her wolf preferred the phrase “reckless, shameless hunger. Sexy times”
Tonight, it pulsed through her veins like electricity.
“Focus,” Riana muttered to herself as she blocked a strike during training. “Control.”
Her pack beta, Akiko, grinned as she parried. “You’re glowing.”
“That’s sweat.”
“That’s moonlust.”
Riana growled and flipped Akiko onto her back, pinning her easily. “Say that again.”
Akiko laughed breathlessly. “I surrender. Okay, you w
