In the werewolf - centered world, where dominance and territorial instincts ran deep like a wolf's primal urges, seeing the fiery anger in Nathan’s eyes, Theo couldn’t help but smile contentedly. His smile was captivating, more dazzling than pear blossoms blooming overnight in spring, but Nathan found it irritating, like a rival wolf's display of superiority. The more he looked at Theo, the more he resembled a fox, sly and cunning in his eyes.
In a place where the camera couldn’t catch them, Nathan fiercely grabbed Theo by the collar and threw him against the wall, his alpha - like strength surging. In an instant, the strength of a mature man surged as Nathan’s eyes turned crimson, like a wolf on the verge of a violent outburst, and he demanded, “I knew something was off when Isabella cam
